Pregnancy Journal - October 16, 2008
October 16, 2008
So the panic began today. The financial panic, that is. Natural childbirth, in the woods, by myself is starting to sound easier than remaining financially afloat with a baby in tow. It doesn't help that I am a Mega Worrier and can find reasons to worry about every..little...thing, especially money. What does help, though, is coming home to a husband who took the liberty to look into our insurance and the flex spending plans it offers. Not only did he get an estimate on the cost of having the baby, he is working on signing us up for the flex account which will help us pay for that cost when it arrives. God love him.
Granted, much can change in the next 7 months and plans can go completely by the wayside when those changes occur - but at this moment our plan is for me to stay home. Now, I have plenty of girlfriends who have given this the old college try and some of those girlfriends found staying at home was a near wrist-slitting endeavor. I've had other girlfriends who have tried it both ways and ultimately had to make the best decision for their family and not necessarily for their sanity. What I have graciously gathered from these dear friends is both decisions are insanely difficult to make and even more difficult to live out day-to-day. The tenacity of a mother should never be underestimated. Amazingly, they just seem to do what needs to be done. Oh, gosh I hope I can be one of those mothers.
In pregnancy news, only important to me and (unbeknownst to her) my Mom, my morning sickness has morphed into evening sickness. My head starts hurting, I'm restless and nauseous to the point of thinking vomiting might actually feel okay. I am not sleeping well, unless it's in a completely different room than Robbie and then it's for short periods of time. Preparing for the inevitable, I suppose. The good news here: I have a massive mid-term paper to write and I always write better first thing in the morning.
So, this week brings giant, life-altering news, more tears cried then when I was in Junior High and a feeling of economic panic NOT comforted by the current presidential election. *sigh* I hope this baby will have better options when it comes to it's first opportunity to vote - but of course, he or she will be college-age, naive and idealistic....on second thought...never mind, I am not ready to go there just yet.
So the panic began today. The financial panic, that is. Natural childbirth, in the woods, by myself is starting to sound easier than remaining financially afloat with a baby in tow. It doesn't help that I am a Mega Worrier and can find reasons to worry about every..little...thing, especially money. What does help, though, is coming home to a husband who took the liberty to look into our insurance and the flex spending plans it offers. Not only did he get an estimate on the cost of having the baby, he is working on signing us up for the flex account which will help us pay for that cost when it arrives. God love him.
Granted, much can change in the next 7 months and plans can go completely by the wayside when those changes occur - but at this moment our plan is for me to stay home. Now, I have plenty of girlfriends who have given this the old college try and some of those girlfriends found staying at home was a near wrist-slitting endeavor. I've had other girlfriends who have tried it both ways and ultimately had to make the best decision for their family and not necessarily for their sanity. What I have graciously gathered from these dear friends is both decisions are insanely difficult to make and even more difficult to live out day-to-day. The tenacity of a mother should never be underestimated. Amazingly, they just seem to do what needs to be done. Oh, gosh I hope I can be one of those mothers.
In pregnancy news, only important to me and (unbeknownst to her) my Mom, my morning sickness has morphed into evening sickness. My head starts hurting, I'm restless and nauseous to the point of thinking vomiting might actually feel okay. I am not sleeping well, unless it's in a completely different room than Robbie and then it's for short periods of time. Preparing for the inevitable, I suppose. The good news here: I have a massive mid-term paper to write and I always write better first thing in the morning.
So, this week brings giant, life-altering news, more tears cried then when I was in Junior High and a feeling of economic panic NOT comforted by the current presidential election. *sigh* I hope this baby will have better options when it comes to it's first opportunity to vote - but of course, he or she will be college-age, naive and idealistic....on second thought...never mind, I am not ready to go there just yet.
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