Yes, I'm getting my head shrunk...

Well, in an attempt to reduce my stress and make this baby thing work, I've gotten myself a therapy appointment. This poor therapist has no idea what she is in for...

I've now talked to two administrative-type people about my therapy needs - one with my insurance, and the other with the therapy place. I have managed to frighten both of them. They wanted to know why I felt I needed therapy - so I told them. Basically, I'm going to help manage my stress so that I might conquer these fertility issues. However, the list of contributing factors to all that stress is really long and complicated - and I manage to recite it all in about 5 seconds, in one breath. Thus, frightened administrative people. oops.

I'm either a therapist's dream or nightmare - I guess it'll depend on the therapist. I'm sure that within the first 10 minutes, she'll be blocking out a time slot for me for the next two years. Oh well...I have good insurance, and she needs to put dinner on the table. I guess it works out for everybody.

So, I'll keep you guys posted on my head shrinking adventure. We also go back to the doctor next week to work out our next plan of attack, and start taking some more hormones. This poor therapist - she's going to really think I'm nuts when I show up to my third session all crazy on hormones. Yeah...we should all feel bad for her...she's in for it.