So I spent weeks trying to figure out this fertility clinic thing near The Woodlands area. Got real tired of googling and reading fancy websites. Ended up booking an appointment at Hart after my cousin mentioned their Saturday hours work with my shift schedule.
The First Visit Reality Check
Walked into Hart’s office last month expecting some spa-like zen place like their Instagram showed. Total surprise – it’s sandwiched between a muffler shop and urgent care. Smelled like antibacterial soap and nervous sweat.
- Parking situation sucked – circled for 20 minutes hunting spots
- Receptionist seemed overwhelmed shuffling papers while taking calls
- Actual wait time? Triple what they’d told me on phone
Almost walked out twice before they called my name. Felt that familiar “am I wasting my time?” pit in my stomach.
The Money Talk Disaster
When the finance lady pulled out the pricing sheet I choked on my coffee.
- Basic consultation cost $300 just to talk? Seriously?
- IVF packages start at nineteen freaking thousand
- Their payment plan required signing my life away
She kept pushing their “discounted package” which somehow still cost more than my car. My hands got sweaty holding that paper.
The Doctor Meeting
Dr. Kumar finally came in after another 45-minute wait. Looked exhausted but knew her stuff. Listened better than most doctors I’ve met.
She drew circles on a tissue explaining egg retrieval while I kept thinking about dollar signs. When I asked about alternatives to IVF she got super vague. All those glossy brochures never mention the backup plans don’t exist.
We got interrupted three times by nurses knocking with “emergencies”. Felt like ordering at McDonald’s during lunch rush.
The Awkward Aftermath
Drove home in silence that day. My partner asked “How’d it go?” and I just handed him the price sheet. Saw his face go pale halfway through.
What really bugged me? They never call you back unless you bug them daily. Forgot two scheduled calls until I threatened to cancel. Three weeks later still waiting for lab results they promised in 48 hours.
Trying to decide about that clinic felt like gambling at a Vegas table with my mortgage money. Maybe it’s great for people with endless cash and patience. But us regular folks? Better wear comfy shoes and bring your checkbook.
