Is Tuesday here yet?

In two days we finally get to find out what we're having. I have been waiting for this day forever! So if any of my faithful readers (all 3 of you) want to take a guess, go for it! I will let you all know on Tuesday!

4 years now

I dread this day every year now. I normally keep busy at work, but this year I have no plans. Dan has a test today, so he will be gone all day, and he has the car.


I'm so grateful I was able to do her temple work and I know families are forever. Someday I will get to hug her again.

Funny story

I just noticed that my last couple of blogs are negative, so I wanted to add a funny story.
Christmas Eve we had plans to go to Dan's brother's house for a little get-together. I was sick all day, and spent most of the day on the couch. So when it was about time to go, nothing was ready to go, nobody had eaten dinner, and Dan still hadn't showered. I told Dan to go hop in the shower and I would make him and Maicee dinner (there was no way I was going to try and eat). I asked Maicee if she was hungry, she said "yeah." I told her I would make her some dinner. So I stuck some left-over chicken and rice in the microwave, enough for her and Dan. I had made fudge earlier in the week, and it wasn't getting eaten here, so I decided to take some to the party. While the food was warming up, I started cutting up some fudge and put it on a paper plate. I stepped over to the microwave to stir the rice, and I could hear Maicee giggling and saying "yeah, yeah." Stepped back over to where the fudge was supposed to be, and it was gone. I looked everywhere I could have placed it and couldn't find it. I finally looked in the dining room where Maicee was shoving piece after piece of fudge into her mouth. She thought I was the best mom in the world by making fudge for dinner. I let her eat a little more before switching it with some chicken and rice. She really cracks me up!

Advice, please?

So here is my dilemma: I finally got a hold of Medicaid, and they haven't even looked at my file yet. But my presumptive eligibility is up because 45 days has passed. So right now, I have no insurance coverage. If I get approved for Medicaid, they will pay any back bills. My dr.'s office is great and working with me; if I haven't heard anything by my next appointment, they will make me pay a $500 deposit, which I will get back if I get approved. The only problem is now my prescriptions are not covered. I'm good on my phenegran, but I only have 19 Zofran left. Medicaid said they would probably look at my file next week, but it could be 3-4 weeks before we hear back. So I decided to cut back on my Zofran and only take 1 a day. I've been taking it around noon, but today I threw up breakfast and dinner. So this is my question: do any of you have any suggestions at all? Should I take it in the morning and just plan on having a crappy night? Should I take it later in the afternoon and have a crappy morning/mid-day? Should I continue taking it around noon? I don't know. Please let me know what you think. I'm open for any suggestions.

It can only get better, right?

This morning was not a good morning. By noon, I was ready to crawl in bed. With a very demanding 2 year old, that is not possible. I guess it all started yesterday. I applied for Medicaid back in November and they had 45 days to get back to me. 45 days was up on Monday, and I still hadn't received anything saying yay or nay, so I tried to call and see what was going on. I'm convinced the workers for Colorado state have no clue what is going on. I left 3 voice mails last night, I asked for them to call me back this morning because I had a dr.'s appointment at 10:30. So, this morning, I tried again to get a hold of someone. I called the county, they said to call the health department. I called the health department, was on hold for 20 minutes, they told me to call the county. Called the county back, finally got a hold of one woman willing to help, (after I had to convince the operator that I really did need to talk to the county) she gave me another number to call. I call the number and it has been disconnected. Tried to call the lady back 3 times, no success. So I left more voice mails. And big surprise, no one has called me back yet. This all happened before 10:00 am.
I rush to the dr. and somehow get there on time. They inform me I need to find out what's going on by the end of the week, or they'll have to set me up on a payment plan. Then they take my weight; I've gained 9 lbs. even though I'm still super nauseous and throwing up. How is that even possible? 9 lbs in one month!??! Then my dr. comes in. She asks me how I'm feeling. I've actually been feeling really good the last 3 days. Then it's time to hear the baby's heartbeat. After 15 minutes of trying to find it, she leaves to go find the ultrasound technician. She keeps telling me "there is nothing to worry about, but we need to hear a heartbeat before you leave." The only thing going through my head is "I've been feeling good because I've lost the baby." I wait 20 long minutes for the ultrasound technician. In the meantime, a nurse and someone else poke their heads in the room to tell me not to worry, this happens all the time. If it happens all the time, why does the whole office know and why are they all trying to re-assure me? I finally get in for the ultrasound, and almost immediately I hear the most wonderful sound: that tiny heartbeat, 154 bpm. Apparently the baby is very low, hiding behind my pelvic bone. But it looks great. Everything is measuring right on time. I even forgot to take my Zofran this afternoon and almost threw up. I've never been so grateful for that feeling. Only 4 more weeks til we find out if we'll be staying with pink, or trying to find some blue. In the meantime, I will welcome my "morning (day and night) sickness" with open arms.