We recently found out that this fall we will have to replace our entire heating and air system in our home. This little job is going to cost us around seven to eight thousand dollars. SEVEN TO EIGHT. THOUSAND. DOLLARS. That's like, a decent used car. That's like, a trip to Europe. It's just...an astronomical amount of money for something that we never get to say "Ooooooo....look at my awesome new hot air! How LUXURIOUS!" about. I mean, I get it. I get that we own an old home. And we love that about it. Our neighborhood has beautiful trees and nice big yards. The tiny little ranch has some character. The neighborhood is perfect and in an awesome location. And those pluses have to come with some minuses. Like things are old. Things are small. We have no closet space (apparently people in the 50's required no storage). But still. STILL. Seven to eight thousand dollars. FOR TEMPERATE AIR.
So needless to say we have been scrounging around and looking under all the couch cushions, but we haven't managed to find that amount of cash laying around. We are going to have to come up with a plan. And it finally sunk in to me today that that plan will mean that we are going to postpone our Frozen Embryo Transfer (FET) cycle I have mentally planned for the fall. It's like I have just been ignoring that this is possible to change. Pushing forward with our plan for baby #2 to begin no later than October. At first I was thinking this summer, but then the new job made that time line impossible. So I put off the thinking of baby #2 until then. Well, sort of. I put off obsessing over baby #2 until then.
But now...I look at the budget and I keep trying to tweak it and squeeze out a couple more dollars. To find a way to get the furnace and the FET to both fit into the fall budget. And...they just don't. We will get a nice tax return from the furnace in the spring. We will see how the new system affects the gas and electric bills by then. We will have a better idea of what we can afford. It is smarter to wait until the spring. Much smarter. But why does my heart hurt so much about it? Damn infertility. It sure would be nice if getting pregnant was free.
**I know this post is a little bit of a downer, which is bad timing seeing as how with the Sammie situation I had two downer posts already this week. But I wrote this on Tuesday before we decided about Sammie, and I really want to post it before we leave on vacation. Because on vacation I want to post nothing but happy beach pictures, stories and videos. So don't fret. There will be lots of light-hearted family fun coming your way on Bio Girl in the next week!**