I’m not drunk, I’m just wearing high heels. If any of my neighbors had just seen me walk to my car, they for sure would think that I had a little extra vodka in my orange juice this morning.
Good morning!

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We are back from Georgia.

I am back to work.

I have not miscarried. Yet. Still waiting.

After this is all over I think we’ll chuck it all and join the circus. I think Luke would make a great acrobat someday. 

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I used to be one of those people who was afraid to talk to strangers. Then I got pregnant. People love talking to pregnant women. They all ask the same questions: When are you due? Is it a boy or a girl? Is this your first? Have you decided on a name yet? Mike and I joked about getting a t-shirt that had all the answers printed on it so I could stop having to answer them myself. To this day I still have to fight the urge to interrogate strangers about their pregnancies, because though I remember how annoying it was for me, I still want to KNOW, you know?

The thing about it is, it really broke me of my anxiety around strangers. I knew there was no way for me to avoid them, so I decided to have fun with it. I found I actually enjoyed making chit-chat with the bank tellers and the grocery store cashiers, and I still do it today. It was somewhat gratifying to be able to make them smile by telling a stupid joke about pregnancy or by asking them about their own children. As it turns out, strangers aren’t so scary. Most of them are actually nice, normal people! (It’s sad that it took me 30 years to learn this.)

I thought strangers would stop talking to me after I had the baby, but they have not. Only now they do it to Mike too. They do it to whoever has the boy. I know every parent thinks their baby is the cutest, and we have not been shy about feeling the same way about Luke, but this kid draws a crowd. We can’t take him anywhere! He’s always flashing that flirtatious grin and people just eat it up. We were at Wally-World the other day and the cashier was drooling over him. Then on the walk to the car we passed a group of young girls and as we passed they said to each other “Did you see that baby? He’s so cute!”. Then as we were loading the car the woman next to us started cooing at him and asking us how old he was. This kind of stuff happens all the time. You should see him at our neighborhood grocery store. He’s famous now. Every time Mike brings him in I think the cashiers send out a page that says “Mike’s here with his little boy! Gather ’round!”. It’s crazy.

I’m just worried about this next baby, cuz you know the second child is always compared to the first, and at this point Baby #2 doesn’t stand a chance.

Yes, I’m using a dirty acronym and yes, the ”F” stands for one of my least favorite words on the planet, but oh. my. goodness.  I think someone bombed all the medical billing departments of the world and instead of cleaning up the mess they just shoved it all in a pile and called it good.

I have been trying to resolve some billing issues between Luke’s doctor and my health insurance company for claims from July and August of 2007. Almost a year ago, people. We’re not even on the same group policy as we were then, which only serves to complicate the matter. The billing department for Luke’s doctor is only open from 9 am-4 pm. And I can’t call them on my lunch break because they are also closed between 12 and 1. When I do get the chance to call, half the time I get a busy signal. Each time I’ve been able to get through they tell me I owe money and if I think it’s a mistake I need to take it up with my insurance company. Which I do, and they tell me I owe nothing

Ok, I’m blogging from my phone like, I mean I’m walking to the bathroom and I’m blogging at the same time. Cool. listen

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