Today I got into work to find an interoffice envelope on my desk from the HR person. Of course my first thought was, “Crap! Did I not fill something out right?!” I opened it up to read a note from her asking me to sign something. It was just a confirmation form acknowledging my payroll deductions for the health insurance.

But underneath it was some other pages she printed out. In response to the note I had written to her, letting her now that we have some upcoming medical procedures and that I need my ID cards as soon as possible, she printed off the confirmation pages for me, that includes my subscriber ID number and group number and everything I need. I read the page with a furrowed brow for a moment until I realized that I was holding in my hand everything I need to get this cycle started. Right here! I feel like writing her a big gushy thank-you card. And maybe a box of cookies. I’m sure she has no idea how much that little gesture means to me.

So Monday morning I will call the IVF insurance coordinator to give her all the info, Tuesday my coverage starts, and I should have the pre-approval process complete and be ready to order stims! Can you believe it’s next week already that I start?! I feel such a sense of peace about it.

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At my other job we are currently looking for a volunteer to take part of my duties off my shoulder. The organization is growing very quickly, and I’m getting a wee bit swamped. I think my bosses are getting a little concerned about me burning out, so they’ve made it a priority to somehow ease my burdens a little bit. The other good thing is that the duties I’ll be handing over are some of the physical stuff. Other than helping load/unload my truck my entire job will be paperwork, computer work, graphics, photos, design, etc. Which is wicked awesome, in my mind. And it means I won’t need to worry about how to do my job when I’m pregnant this time around. (Yes, I did the job when pregnant last time, but last time I wasn’t a paranoid freak and actually still did a lot of lifting and stuff, which I will not be doing this time.)

It’s kind of funny to me… I started out as assistant to the boss. But then stuff got busy, so I started basically helping the manager with her duties, becoming assistant manager (a position that was created by me, basically). And now things are still growing and I’m going to get an assistant. Ha!