That's Interesting…

Utah does not allow babies to be on their separate insurance plan if they can be insured on the parents’ plan. STUPID.
Well, we dont want the baby on our plan for a reason that amounts to $$$$$$$$$$$$$. So, now I have to go off our current plan through David’s work and get private insurance for me and the baby.
I am trying to get the quotes sorted out before the baby comes. Actually I am trying to get everything done before the baby comes (including organizing our DVDs, repairing clothes, cleaning behind the fridge and the stove, getting the carpets cleaned, etc. … all the things that have had a nice stable place on my eternal to-do list).
Anyway, today I filled out a inquiry request form through utah.gov and exactly 1.5 seconds later my phone rang with a quote offer. And then it rang 15 more times and beeped 18 more times because of new emails with other new amazing offers.
They know I am here. They know I am looking for insurance. They want to get me.
Nobody has ever wanted my money this badly.
Very sinister.

Sandy

Yep. I reached this point thirty years earlier than expected. Way to be an overachiever.
I dont think the antibiotics are working well at all.
I am still terribly sick.
My ear is still clogged, I can breath through my nose for only about 5 minutes a day, my throat is scratchier than my blue winter sweater, and I spend my afternoons marathon coughing.

However, now when I cough, I also pee.

Yesterday I changed my pants 7 times.
Humiliating.
With adult diapers less than a month away, frankly, I am somewhat sensitive about my human dignity. And I stubbornly refused to buckle to the reality that coughing my guts out with a nearly full-term baby smooshing my bladder is a bad recipe.
Finally, David talked me into taking precautions because I had no garments or PJs left and doing laundry is his chore.

Of course, the pregnancy magazine I picked up at the OBGYN yesterday addresses none of these things. Instead “Molly Sims talks cravings, parenting, and baby gear.” and the QA section delves into “How do we negotiate a name?”. Cut-throat journalism. The cover features a pregnancy unicorn whose belly I suspect is fake and whose dress I could not pull off even at 18.
BS.BS.BS.

In the words of a wise woman, “I can’t sleep, breath, or walk. Where am I supposed to find the energy to glow?”

I showered and had bfast. An excellent day’s progress. Time to go back to bed.

Love,

Sandy

I’ve got a bad ear infection. Saturday was bad. Sunday was awful. Monday was hell. Today I am feeling much better. I am on antibiotics and ear drops. I am still at only about 40% but I am definitely improving.
David has been wonderful. He has been taking care of me and my every need.

We had our maternity photo shoot and it went fantastic. I absolutely love the pics. David bought me a new blue dress for the occasion. I will post some of my favorites in a few days.

Hard to believe that the Blueberry’s due date is less than a month away. I am so excited to meet her. What is she going to look like? Which of her features are from David and which from me? What color are her eyes? Her hair? Does she have much hair at all? I want to hold her fingers and stroke her feet.

Love,

Sandy