Euphoria

Anybody who knows me, knows that I love food. Some people eat to live, I, on the other hand, live to eat. If we have dinner plans to go out to a restaurant, I will often dream about what I'm going to order. I'll go as far as looking up their menu's online, planning everything out. It's not limited to eating out though, I love to cook and often take just as much pleasure out of planning our meals. I make the routine, easy stuff on the weekdays, and pull out my cookbooks and try something fun on the weekends usually.

But eating when your pregnant, takes food to a whole other level of euphoria. I love it 10x more and can often feel as though I'm sinning with all the pleasure I can get out of a fajita or sandwich or whatever it is I just so happen to be having a love affair with at the moment.

Yesterday was Father's Day and it was pure heaven. There was so much food. I gained 1.5 lbs. this morning when I got on the scale but I enjoyed every second of it. I'll be barefoot and pregnant as long as I get to be fat and happy too.

Don't mess with the pregnant hormonal lady

Don't mess with me, especially, especially, especially if I know I'm right and know you are an idiot. Tuesday I got a call from my OB/GYN's office reminding me of my appointment for Wednesday and to inform me that a balance of 65.00 would need to be paid at time of service. My husband's company has provided us with a Flexible Spending Account with his insurance so I knew she was wrong. So I asked if I could speak with the biller because I have had trouble with her in the past.

She gets on with total attitude, because the receptionist told her I wanted to speak with her because I have problems with her billing and she was offended by this statement. HAHAHAHA. I tried to explain to her I doubt I owed anything and I was hesitant to pay this bill because last time she told me I owed $100 which I paid, she then had to reimburse me. She then told me that perhaps I needed to call my husband's company and ask them to explain to me how insurance works because obviously I didn't understand. I quickly laughed at her and told her to keep her insults to herself because after working HR for a number of years, I understand perfectly how insurance works. I then told her, I was going to call my insurance company and check with them because obviously there's a problem here. Then I asked her, "Are you sure you put the claim through? Because last time I called them about that $100 I was informed you never even tried to get approval from my insurance company before you charged me. I just want to make sure this isn't happening again." She didn't like that. I don't care, I KNEW she was wrong.

So when I arrived at my Doctor's appointment yesterday, no one asked me for payment, nor did I offer to make any. Today, I got on the phone with my insurance. Not only had they paid their portion, but then paid the remaining balance from our FSA. He then proceeded to give me the check number and the dates it was issued and cashed. HAHAHAHA. I had to call the doctor's office then and give her this information. I couldn't help myself...so I suggested that perhaps she might want to call my insurance company and ask them how insurance works because obviously she didn't understand.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Hiiiii-yaaaaa

That's supposed to be the sound of a karate chop. That's the sound I imagine the baby makes when it kicks...which I finally felt. Yay! I thought I felt some flutters last week but decided against it because it was just too soon. With Leo I felt the first flutters and movement at 17 weeks. Leo was a big baby, and I felt his movements especially early for a first pregnancy. So it really shouldn't be too surprising I felt this one early too.

I just felt one swift kick and haven't felt anything since, but I'm sure it was the baby. I love feeling the movements, it makes it so tangible.

What is wrong with this kid?

LL loves talking on the phone. He isn't discriminatory, he'll literally talk to anyone. So this morning I'm on the phone with my sister-in-law and of course he wanted to say "hi". So when I pass him the phone, he gets on and says, "Hi Nina, wass up?"

What is wrong with this kid?