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.