Are we there yet? Or what happens when you write on a plane.

Anai says (while in cursing altitude)

 

Through extensive use of Google, Jenni and I were able to get in contact with a Fertility Clinic in Guatemala. The first one I attempted to contact, I had had a conversation with via email a few years ago; two, I think. It seemed quite nice and catered mostly to people abroad wanting IVF or IUI. Their website even suggested a week was all it took to get the job done. They basically partnered up with your current fertility doctor and your own constant egg drop monitoring and got the job done like in and out. (sounds like the regular process, no?)

I tried to speak to them again this time around, but I found that their site had not been updated for quite some time and their last tweet was ancient. Yet, we still tried to get a hold of them. Calling them directly resulted in a panic attack. Reaching our first option, resulted a confusing phone called to a foreign bank. We were thwarted and frustrated. It was misdirected angst since finding another doctor did not take us too too long. The internet is a wonderful place, and even though we had to now navigate in Spanish, we found one.

Nervous about the language barrier but desperate to secure a doctor, I called right away. It was four months before we even planned on arriving. The receptionist made it sound like I could come down the next morning. She even transferred me directly to the Doctor who gave me the whole low down.

My Spanish got me through well enough since all the medical jargon is pretty much the same word. Insemination versus inseminacion. The Doctor did not falter when I mentioned that both my wife and I wanted to the do procedure and he even made me feel comfortable enough to explain why we wanted to go about starting our family this way.

It was a nice conversation. I hung up the phone well informed and happy with the result. I hung up the phone having taken the first official step from just talking about it to planning it to even putting it into action.

We’ve corresponded since the clinic ever since. Happily ever after. Last on my do to list yesterday as we left home was to give them a final phone call. The appointment is officially book for both of us this coming Monday at 11:30 in the am.

It’s exciting but also a bit strange. Everything feels like the first step.

Packing, first step check.

Leaving work, the adventure begins.

Saying goodbye to the dogdog and family, not ready, set, go!

Arriving at the departures, introduction.

Going through customs, security, getting on the plane, layover, next plane and landing, this is where it all began.

It all always just feels like the start. I know that it all is but wasn’t the phone call to the clinic the start? Wasn’t the first conversation about it all the beginning too?

The anticipation is killing me. When is part two? Will it be at the clinic or will that just be what this is? It feels like we are opening the door to the room we are already in. Maybe it’s the anticipation, or the altitude or mostly likely because I didn’t get to sit next to Jen (and wasn’t given a complimentary snack) but I do not feel like I have not passed go even though I keep rolling the die.

It’s not a bad thing, but it certainly derailed my post and speaking of derailed what will happen when it all finally goes forward. When will that be and can it be this Monday at noon?