Half-baked

Here we are! Post number two for November. Where's my prize?

You have no idea how much I long to sit down and write a really thoughtful essay on some meaningful topic like feminism and, well, any aspect of my current life (marriage, infertility, work) but instead I'm afraid that all my thoughts are half-baked. Not to mention the fact that I am lazy to the core and that doesn't bode well for thoughtful writing.

So, bullets:

• Late tonight we will hit the road for Parris Island where I will watch my baby brother graduate as a Marine.
• Holy shit. 
• I am simultaneously incredibly proud and in a huge state of denial about what his future may have in store.
• My current food obsession is banh mi. I'm eating one now.
• We have decided to go the IVF route in February. 
• This will cost us more money than the downpayment for our home.
• And it's really like only a 40% chance it will work on the first try.
• I'm not crazy about those odds, but what can we do?
• After two years it is apparent that neither the natural nor the pseudo natural route is cutting it.
• Prepare yourselves for anxious posts filled with way too much information.
• Who am I kidding, I think I officially have one reader. Maybe two.
• So I can write whatever the hell I want!
• With this latest turn of events, my career plans have had to take a turn as well.
• Where as I was thisclose to living my dream of full time private practice (which also included the dream of a flexible schedule that allowed me to be the primary caregiver for our future child), I am now looking at a never-ending stint in the confines of corporate america (with a little private practice on the side).
• How else will we pay for IVF #2 or #3 if IVF #1 is big, fat failure?
• This past weekend I had the house to myself for roughly 20 hours. 
• That was the first time I have had the house to myself overnight since we were married.
• This is not to say that we haven't spent plenty of time apart.
• It's just that this was the first time I was home alone and S was out of town.
• It was glorious. 
• There's not much I miss from single life. In fact, I am quite proud of how thoroughly I lived out my single years. BUT, I do miss having the house to myself. 
• Lastly, a picture: