Friday, December 11, 2009

Naughty and nice


Naughty

Aetna. My plan has an "infertility program" that is mandatory if you're undergoing IF treatments. This means I need to call them every month when my period starts, tell them what I'm doing that month in terms of treatments, and then they send me a letter in the mail with what tests or procedures I'm approved to do that month. So they know full well I'm dealing with infertility. Yesterday, I received a nice little flyer in the mail from them, touting the benefits of their "Beginning Right Maternity Program." They included enrollment information, so that I can make the most of their maternity benefits. Thanks a bunch Aetna, way to kick a girl when she's down.

Mother Nature. It's in the teens here. Biting, frigid, teeth-chattering cold. Not a fan.

The mall. I have to head there this weekend to do most of my christmas shopping.

The chick in my training class this week. After a cutesy announcement in the middle of the introductions that she was 4 months pregnant with her first (and she looked all of 97 pounds soaking wet), I overheard her tell someone that she had to get pregnant quickly again after this one comes, because she really wants her kids close together in age. Grrrrr.


Nice

Sleep. I had the best nap ever today. I love having a day off a week, just me and the kiddo.

My husband. He rocks, seriously.

Toddler logic. My kiddo funny of the day was centered around my son not wanting to sit on the potty. I found him peeing in the tub (not more than a minute after he got down from the potty and got into the bath). When I asked him why he didn't go in the potty, I added in something like, "don't you want to be a big boy?" He responded, in all seriousness, "I don't have to go potty to be a big boy. I'm already a big boy." I laughed and then he continued, "Anyway, my bedroom is too messy, I can't go pee in the potty." Mmmmkay, thanks for the explanation little man.

Christmas music. Scratch that - holiday music. I love the stuff. I'm so corny I even play it in other seasons. Speaking of which, where is the Adam Sandler Hanukkah song? I haven't heard it once yet. But Target was playing the Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel song this morning, and my son was singing along.

Being home. I'm a big, big fan of this place.

4 comments:

  1. The only thing worse than a fertile b*tch is a fertile SKINNY b*tch. Good riddance. ;)

    I love that Adam Sandler Hanukkah song, too. My brother and I must have played it a billion times the year it came out! Fun memories.

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  2. So how was the mall? Did you survive?! :)

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  3. Catching up...

    --I was moved by your post describing how sometimes you feel confident that "only" one child is enough, while other times your heart longs for another. I too have those moments. If I could just get my heart to settle...

    --Cracked up at the shower post...and thinking you'd want your DH there. Ooh la la!

    --I also love the Hanukkah song! TOO fun!

    --"Getting pregnant again quickly." Grrrr!

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  4. Shelley, yes I survived the mall! I'm a Jersey Girl - I thrive on that stuff. :)

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