So now we know

I guess I need a follow up to my last blog post.

It's has been a crazy week.

Aside from Little Miss visiting, arranging a ride for her from the airport, meeting a fellow blogger, staying up till we were too tired to talk, going to lunch with her family, running errands (and can't forget the chocolates), taking her to meet a new friend, eating cheese fries, trying to get a good picture of us at temple square and finally waiting to make sure she makes it through security with her plant lucy (all of which made for a perfect weekend!) life has been very crazy and just in a jumble.

Not to go into too much detail -- we did find out from the doctor what our options were to have children. He recommends Invetro - and not just put the egg and sperm in a petri dish and let them have at it. But we have to inject the sperm directly into the egg. Yeah fun for us. Oh yeah and did I mention that it's $10,000 more then the normal $10,000 procedure? Yes that is at least $20,000 for us to have a child. ONE CHILD (if we are lucky twins). It's been an emotional week. Ask Little Miss with her crying because she had to leave, and me crying because every family that walked into the restaurant had at least 5 kids we made for quite a pair eating our cheesy fries.

So we have to figure out what is more important having children of our own or adoption.

It sucks to be given a 1-2% chance of ever concieving on our own, a 5-6% chance of concieving by insemination and a 60-70% chance with invetro. I'm sad, but not depressed. I think the past 4 years of "trying" has helped build up my acceptance for these results. I think I've put off getting tested because in the end I knew what the results would be. It will be a long journey regardless of the direction that we choose.

So really I just want to tell all the people out there that have kids to cherish them, love them. And even if they are terrors they are your little terror (lol). Your lucky, not everyone can have kids. And I've found a lot of people that fit into the same category that I am in now. Maybe it makes it easier to deal with knowing I'm not in it alone. And I have great friends who even though they don't understand they listen to me and let me cry when I need to.

Umm yeah didn't mean to make this post so serious and sad. But that's life right.