I don’t know for sure what escrow means. I think it has something to do with having money and putting it somewhere to sit until you need it. That’s where we are.
We’ve allotted part of my stock money for the $4,250 PGD (preimplantation genetic something or other that involves stealing cells from embryos to find out if they’re going to make fucked-up babies and, incidentally, if they’re going to make girl or boy babies), which presumably I will pay up on Tuesday when we have our phone consultation with the head of the PGD department in Nashville. This clinic is so hardcore that they have a lady who talks about this full-time, so much so that we had to make an appointment weeks in advance to talk on the phone with her. I don’t know how long it takes to say, “We would prefer a healthy child,” but I’m pretty sure it’ll be followed by, “Okay, well, you guys seem to know what you want, so let me transfer you to the financial office.” Still, charges and appointments are unending—as Heather points out, a favorable outcome for these appointments will be followed by prenatal appointments, then pediatrician appointments, then college visits…
If things play out as planned, by Tuesday Heather will have already coughed up the first $8,800 for the NFC flat fee, and will shortly after pay the $5,000-ish for medications. Next week is a big one for money, but I am way, super, crazy excited that things are really going to be in play. Once Heather’s period starts, this is for real. Much as appointment follows appointment, one drug follows the next. After about seventeen days, Heather will begin piercing her belly with Lupron-- FYI, the nurse told us in class that you shouldn't inject yourself along the line of your navel because it hurts more; who knew?-- and some time after that there's FSH. After egg retrieval, she'll be taking three medications, some of them multiple times a day.
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