1. I’m going to see the baby making doctor on Wednesday. I’m nervous that someone is going to make me pay for it out-of-pocket. I guess I need to be nervous about something. This is my chosen thing right now. I called the office and the receptionist woudln’t transfer me to the billing lady. I said, “But you don’t understand, I’m gay. I don’t know what they’ll precertify me for. I’ve tried in a very targeted way for several months because it costs me $850 just for the sperm (two vials+shipping)…” The receptionist says, “Then they won’t pay for it.” I said, “Just give me the person who does insurance and billing!” She — obviously annoyed by my insistance — said, “I’ll connect you with the office manager.” So she did, and the nice woman said she was pretty sure IUI doesn’t need to be precertified, but she’d call for me. So that was good. Thank you, Arleen. No thank you, receptionist.
2. I’ve burst into tears for ridiculous reasons two times today. Could it be early-onset menopause???