Paying It Forward

Earlier this year I was sent a Gonal-F multidose pen by a wonderful woman I met on an IF board. We've never met and never spoken on the phone, but when she heard we were struggling to pay for our injectibles cycles because we didn't have insurance, she didn't hesitate to offer her extra drugs. (T.R., if you're reading this, you rock.)

As part of my sputtering attempt to move forward and feel good about my life despite the sometimes crushing weight of failure, I've been wanting to get rid of all my fertility gear. Last week a fellow blogger was lamenting the awful ambiguity of Ovulation Predictor Kits (OPKs) and I offered my Fertility Monitor, in my estimation a much better way to track those precious eggs' movements.

Today I packed up the monitor (which I named Bert for some reason), half a dozen test sticks for it, a digital thermometer, a handful of vials of Pre-Seed, a stack of disposable alcohol wipes (for cleaning injection sites) and the lone pregnancy test I had left in the house. I'm still waiting to feel better; perhaps this is a delayed reaction, like muscle pain after a workout.

If you haven't seen the movie, its worth the rental. Haley Joel Osment will break your heart.