Doing IVF is complicated when you live in a small town far from your beloved RE (five hours away in Chicago), and far from a medical center that can handle the particular types of monitoring blood testing and ultrasounds that an IVF cycle requires (an hour and a half away in Rochester). We knew that it was complicated, which is why we talked about whether our last cycle before moving here (the one that, blessedly, resulted in sweet Sam!) would be the LAST last cycle that we ever did. Except, of course, once we had a baby in our arms, there was no question that we were going to want another one. So after our consult with Dr. Morris at the beginning of the summer, we started bracing ourselves for the logistical nightmare that would be this IVF cycle. Realizing that we'd have to be the go-between communicator, trying to get labs scheduled (both locally and up at Mayo) and then making sure the results were sent to the Chicago office in appropriately timely fashions; we had slated