The Infertility Superbowl: Wanna Bet I'll Get Pregnant? (Monday)

So sorry for the late post. I'm still recovering from my superbowl hangover. I don't drink. In honor of Green Bay, I OD'd on cheese. Cheese dip, nachos, quesadillas, grilled cheese, cheeseburgers, Chuck E Cheese's, ice cream....well, it's a dairy people are so nit picky. So I did watch the Superbowl last night. My number one team wasn't in it. My number two team wasn't in it either. The best I could do was root against the team that beat my number two team. Sometimes frankly, it's easier to watch when my teams aren't in it.  

I've mentioned often that I'm a huge sports fan and particularly a huge football fan. Every Monday night during the season when the TV asks me: "Are you ready for some football?!" The answer is always a resounding: "Yeeeeees!!!" Of course next to me is usually my husband rolling his eyes and saying: "Are you going to do that every week?"

But I rarely get involved in football pools. (Coming to the infertility least I think I am) If my teams are nowhere to be found when it's Superbowl time, I might get involved in a friendly pool. Otherwise... no. Because Superbowl pools sometimes make you root against your own team. In order for you to win big money, your team might have to be the big loser. And that's one deal I can't make with the devil. 

Last week we talked about insurance here. Insurance is like that too it seems. The coverage at work for example. I could save money by taking the basic package. I'm in decent shape now and by taking the bare bones, no frills, store brand insurance, I'm betting I'll stay healthy or at least not fall apart any further at least until re-enrollment time rolls around again. If I stay well, I've saved a lot of money. If I get seriously ill or injured I'm screwed beyond belief.  

Or I can opt for the Premium package. If I somehow get malaria on my trip to South Florida or get shot in the ankle in a hunting accident, it's my lucky day. (Even though the only hunting I ever do is for my car in the Target parking lot.)

Of course if I don't contract a tropical disease in Fort Lauderdale or get shot in the foot by a sniper at Target, I've spent way more money on my coverage than I spent for doctors that year. You can say I did the right thing, because... well you never know... or that I was betting against me staying healthy.

In fact, if you haven't noticed yet, this whole infertility thing is a crap shoot. Like the Superbowl, we have to decide what to bet on with infertility. Should I go to this doctor? Should I go for treatments? Should I try this herb? Should I do this new medicine? Should I start IVF? Should I take my sister-in-law's advice? Should I switch treatment centers? Should I give up and buy a summer home in the mountains instead? What will you put your money down on?

We'll chat about it this week.

Listen, I gotta go. I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date. No, it's just lunch time. I get grumpy when I'm hungry. The cheese must be starting to wear off.

I'll talk with ya again tomorrow.