This is the first general election in which my husband has been able to vote since becoming a naturalized citizen of the United States.
It’s kind of a big deal.
So big a deal, in fact, that he refused to participate in early voting because he wanted to do it on the day. Election day.
Even the President voted early, but not us.
(By the way, I don’t get political on this blog, but given the shitty circumstances we all have in common, regarding our fertility, each and every one of us should be paying attention. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.)
As it happens, I was able to take the afternoon off, so we can spend it standing in line to vote and running various other errands.
I hope one of those errands will be CD2 bloodwork. I feel my period coming, but if it doesn’t start in earnest tonight, that will have to be pushed back another day. Which will also push back the first day of BCPs.
In other holy-heck-we-are-getting-close-to-doing-this-IVF-thing-for-real! news, Hubby and I did look into financing a portion of the cost, but it turns out the best deal we could get didn’t come from a bank. Hubby swallowed his pride and asked his 83-year-old uncle for the money. He wouldn’t hear of it being a loan. According to Hubby, he said, “The money is yours anyway.”
Hubby has a theory (which I hope, for obvious genetic reasons isn’t true) that his uncle suffers from the same condition (hypogonadism), but has left his undiagnosed and/or untreated. He’s never been married, doesn’t have children, and according to Hubby, never showed much interest in either sex.
Hubby’s family doesn’t have much, but they are extraordinarily generous with what they do have. When we visit, his dad never lets us pay for anything, and, although I’ll try, I doubt he’ll let us repay him for the recent shipment of Hubby’s fertility drugs. Because he has no children of his own, anything his uncle has will be passed to Hubby and his brother when he dies (which I hope isn’t for a very long time). So we’re trying to think of it as an advance on Hubby’s inheritance, rather than a loan he won’t allow us to pay back.
Other items are being slowly but surely crossed off our to-do list, so, after what feels like months of constant stress (which has really been only about a week), I feel like I can breathe again. Not a bad way to start a new cycle.
P.S. If you haven’t already, GO VOTE!