Was it just me, or is it the most miserable, dreariest of months? Considering it is the shortest month in the calendar it seems to drag itself, out milking the full four weeks for all it was worth. And writing something interesting, or witty or even coherent has been mostly beyond me. (And I don't want any of yous telling me it always was beyond me - a girl can dream).
So instead, for you ladies in the UK, I found a great little table the other day. This tells you what your primary care trust (translation for the stateside ladies - local area) will fund in the way of IVF.
Considering we are all one happy National Health Service I was amazed by different conditions they put on it. With 39 seeming to be the maximum age for funded IVF. And I find it a little uncomfortable that there is a length of relationship criteria, with many areas specifying the relationship must be at least three years old, which seems to me to spill a little to far into moral judgements, at least none specify the couple must be married. (And what if you meet the love of your life when you are 37? After two years of trying will they tell you you're too old for IVF?)
I'm phenomenally lucky that my trust will fund 2 IVFs, (assuming the first doesn't work, I can't 'carry one over' for a second child). So with the clinic I'm going to boasting a 50% success rate. Two shots makes it a 100% certainty it'll work.
Statistics was never my strong point.