Oh those wacky insurence people

So I have been going to the doctor a lot recently. *no big shocker there* and for some reason the Dr. office keeps billing my old insurance (Like from 2005) instead of my new one. Keeping in mind that I do have the same carrier, just a different number and better benefits. Ok, so yesterday I received bills from the lab and from the office. Annoying, but understandable. And today I called the insurance people to tell them to please re-process the claims according to the new account number since the Dr. office seems to have forgotten I gave it to them a while ago. I am wondering, however, what the insurance guy was thinking... I have the same name, the same birthday and strangely enough the same social security number as...myself. Why was this so hard? And to make matters worse, I made sure the Dr. office had all the new info when I went in two weeks ago and they still have sent it to the wrong account! I feel a long and arduous headache coming on....

Enough of my ranting. I am in a good mood. My mother in law sent me a huge box of baby stuff ( a Little weird since we still have seven months to go, but I'm in). So now I have lots of little onesies, some burp cloths, a blanket, a rattle, some booties, and itty-bitty little baby bunny slippers. Possibly the cutest thing in the whole wide world!!! Wheeeeee!

And now I need to eat something or my morning will not be so nice. What a day and it's not even 10am yet.

Cheers!

Back to the beginning

Seattle.

Vacation.

Sleep.

Fun.

All of those wonderful things. Our vacation was wonderful. I even managed to take pictures. (Of course everyone will have to wait to see them as I have to get them developed and we all know that will take me a while.) We went to the top of the space needle, we did the underground tour, we walked around Pike's market, we took a ferry across the sound. It was all lots of fun. I highly recommend vacation to everyone.

Now if only I could feel the need to go back to work...


Tah.

This week in the news

This has been quite a week here in SC. I don't actually know where to start. (Don't be a smart-Alec and say at the beginning either) So here it is...

I'm pregnant!
That's right. The past four weeks of feeling like butt and thinking i was dying of the flu was just my body trying to tell me that I was growing a little tadpole of my very own. The whole story: I have been feeling awful for the past month, fever, upset stomach, dizzy when I walk for a long time, and very tired. I thought, flu. And hoped that it would end soon. Then I went to the Dr's to get a girly check up. They asked me a very logical question... Could you be pregnant? I said well, it's possible but unlikely. And this got me thinking. Thinking so much that by the time I was heading off to work on Monday I stopped off at the drug store and bought a test.

Now these little tests should (according to the instructions) take about a min to tell you the results... Yah, didn't work that way. It took about thirty seconds for that bold little cross to come out and shine brightly. Needless to say I was a little shocked. So I called my Dr and scheduled an appointment for the next day. And (making Mr. C come with me) we braved the Dr. office and it was confirmed. My little tadpole should make it's appearance right around Dec 2nd. (Much to Ms. B's glee)

So there you have it. The first good thing from this week.

The second? Well, I got a call from the entertainment director of Northern faire and she told me that I have a well!!! My guild is going to have a place and we are getting a stipend so my pregnant butt will have food and water for everyone!!! Yahoo!!!

This week rocks and in three day it will get even better as we are off on vacation for our 2nd anniversary. Seattle, here we come... all three of us. *grin*

Wow, I have to go and be sick now, but thanks for listening. I'll keep everyone posted as the weeks go on...

Tah.

Pain is being a girl

Continuing the theory of this being my 'girly' year I have yet again attempted another 'girly' thing. This time it was... leg waxing. Now for those of you who have never attempted this bit of torture here is the deal. You grow your leg hair out for about a week (until it is long enough for the wax to stick to it) and then you pay someone to rip it out of your legs. Sound like fun? Well here is the whole story.

Two weeks ago Ms. B and I were getting a pedicure (yes, I got another one even though it tickles so much) and we were talking about other things that the salon we go to does. Ms. B was particularly fond of the leg waxing, I'm not exactly sure why you will have to ask her. So after a week of thinking about it I decided that it might not be so bad. We made a pact the following weekend not to shave and we would meet in one week to have the ladies take it off for us.

A week is a long time for a person who has been shaving most of their lives to not shave. I kept thinking how itchy and nasty my leg hair was and it was driving me crazy. So when Thursday finally rolled around and we were making plans to go and get rid of it all on Friday morning I was very pleased. But also nervous as I can vividly remember the last band aid I had to take off a hairy part of my body.

In getting myself psyched up for this adventure I told my co-workers about the whole thing. They demanded to see what a weeks worth of growth looks like on me. And then they promptly made fun of me. Apparently I am not hairy enough. In fact one of my co-workers even went as far as to say that there would not be enough hair and they wouldn't do it. I was in shock! Not enough!!! I looked like an orangutan!!! However I will note here that for some reason the hair on my thighs does not grow. I didn't shave it at all either but it is still very short and almost non-existent. Genetics are weird. But I am getting off topic...

We showed up at the salon at 9:30 this morning with our hairy legs and the expectation of pain. We were shown into the back room where both Ms. B and I were asked to take off our pants and lay down. Ms. B was saying how hairy she was and put me quite to shame for I was, indeed, quite hairless compared to her. (For those of you who know the saga of being an honorary Armenian, this is just proof the I will never really be one.) Then the fun began. Scaling wax followed by a blissful moment of peace and then rrriiiiippppp! Ouch!!! OK this is not my kind of torture. And what makes it worse it hurts more the longer it goes. The ladies were talking in their language to each other and Ms. B and I were expounding on the pain we were inflicting on ourselves.

The positive... it only takes a little while. Fifteen min of pain vs. two weeks of shaving. I don't know. I still have to do touch-ups and as my legs still hurt I need to wait to see if I am going to have a bad reaction to this (I seem to have bad skin reactions to chemicals and stress on my skin). The negative... pain! And it kinda costs a lot to inflict torture on yourself.

Perhaps the next 'girly' adventure will have to be a little less painful.