All things considered, we've had a really good month. I graduated, we both got new jobs, school has started for both of us (I'm teaching, Brent's a student again). Things in our lives seem to really be lining up, except for one thing, but that one thing is driving me crazy.
Insurance. Which we can't get. Because we can't get pregnant (I still need to write about my traumatic IUI experience, which was a little bit expensive and a large bit painful, and didn't work, but that's for another day).
I know that being denied reasonable insurance plans by two carriers shouldn't trigger an emotional breakdown, but every time I get a rejection letter for reasons of infertility, it sounds like this:
"You cannot get covered because you cannot have children, but some day you want to, and those treatments might result in many children, and we don't want to pay for them. You cannot have children because you cannot afford the treatments you need in order t...
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