I was telling my husband last night on the phone about the horrible events happening in our community; the tragic miscarriages and loss of so many hopes and dreams. We agreed that no matter how bad things seem for us, we are facing no pain that can equal someone who wants their child so badly and can't have them. I am praying a little harder for them.
We finally received a couple of weeks ago, the bill for my transvag ultrasound way back in February. While I had sent what I thought was an impressive protest letter for charging me $1,100 for an abdominal u/s which was never ordered but performed anyway, the hospital just sent a revised bill for $685, the cost of the transvag u/s. I asked my husband if I should call and negotiate them down or ask for payment installments. He said to go ahead and just pay it which I was surprised by. He normally likes to pay things at the last possible moment before incurring late charges, etc. So, while nearly $700 is a hit to anybody's monthly budget, I'm glad it's finally out of my hair and the failed medicated cycle is behind us. I can't imagine paying out that kind of money again just to get my period right on schedule like six days or so of shots and two weeks of progesterone cream meant absolutely nothing.