Well, I'm feeling a bit better today. I actually called my nurse and now I know what's coming next. I was a tiny bit annoyed, because instead of the hysteroscopy that we'd discussed with the RE back at the end of Oct (before the surprising and short-lived pregnancy), she said I'll need to start on birth control pills and then have a mock embryo transfer. HUH? Depending on the results of that, then he'll decide whether to go forward with the hysterscopy. I had her explain it all about three times, but I confess I'm still not 100% getting it. She did say that he had changed the game plan after we got pregnant, but didn't want to discuss it while we were going through everything. I guess I can understand that, but personally I wish we'd just had the discussion since I was in the office many times while the miscarriage played out. On the bright side, I called the new insurance company and registered for the infertility program. I know anything can happen once the clinic starts calling for authorizations, but the woman I spoke to seemed pretty optimistic about my coverage and said there shouldn't be any problems with any of the tests I will hopefully be undergoing in about 3 weeks!
So, I did NOT get much done on the house front last night and then husband woke up at 3am having some sort of panic attack! I have a feeling it's going to be a relatively sleepless week in our house. I feel awful that I'm clearly not capable of giving him the kind of comfort that he needs right now. To be honest, I was so tired that I actually was annoyed and now I feel very guilty. The weird thing is when he's depressed or stressed he can't sleep and wants to talk. When I'm depressed or stressed all I want to do is sleep and I prefer to hash things out in my own head. Since our coping mechanisms are basically the opposite, when we're both stressed and depressed it's not a pretty scene. I'm really, really hoping that Saturday's interview goes well. As much as I'm nervous, I think hubby is tens times so, and I think a good meeting will go a long way to making him feel better.
And, now it's time to go call the house cleaners again!