A Freaking Rainbow!!

They say that when it rains, it pours. Well, if you've been reading along, Monday it poured! Between insurance, the doctor's office/appointments, and the Lamaze class, it totally cued a meltdown (i.e. read this for a refresher or this).

But over the course of this week, has it ever turned around! Just more proof that Jarvi was right when I was talking to her, if only I could've just calmed down enough to take that advice to heart. :)

Let's go back to Wednesday and I'll recap quick. Wednesday I went to the doctor's for an ultrasound (again); all is well my friends - the CCAM continues to become more difficult to view each time we go back. Mind you, it is not shrinking - but it is not getting bigger or more aggressive. Whew! Then, I spoke to them about my appointments. Got that all fixed too - btw they weren't happy when they realized (::cough:: I pointed out) that it's been five weeks since my last prenatal appointment (at Evans) and that I wasn't scheduled for one with them until another three weeks from now. Yes, this is what I was complaining about in my email to you all, people! But, they remedied that. They also moved up my periconsult so I have a chance to ask questions of the doctors instead of just seeing them real quick after an ultrasound. Score! My appointments are now all in order and sooner than they had been, thank God, so that way I'm not freaking out about that.

As the for the Lamaze class being canceled, well, we got a DVD to cover that, which I've already mentioned in previous posts. It's not ideal, but it's better than nothing.

And lastly, the last piece of puzzle, it fell into place today. I got a phone call this morning (read: wake up call) from the Patient Financial Services department at Memorial Hospital. Remember, I wrote my appeal letter to TriWest on Monday. Well, my friends, PFS called to tell me that TriWest had reversed their decision and ALL CHARGES WERE BEING COVERED!!! Hallelujah! I cannot tell you the sense of relief. They only way you would understand would be if you had found yourself in my position. It is extreme relief my friends. Like to the point that I was yelling, "Yay!" and my cat was following me around and echoing me. And maybe I gave the cats extra treats this morning because of my own good fortune. :) Hey, they were here personally for the meltdown, I figured they deserved a little recompense.

Okay, the last thing I want to recap for you: the healthy moms and newborns class I took at Evans last night. Good information, both of initial newborn care, what to expect in the delivery and recovery rooms (in terms of what will happen with Munchkin), and then how to take care of myself and what to expect after birth in terms of what's happening to my body to get it back to pre-pregnancy. But, since we're having a boy (and so were several of the couples in attendance last night), we obviously had to talk about circumcision, since that will be happening, if we choose to have him circumcised (which we are) after he's born. Oh my goodness! Wow - the graphic pictures they showed. A few of the dads had to get up and leave the room! I'm not terribly squeamish, but I suddenly feel like an ogre for having decided we're going to have Munchkin circumcised. It was not pretty my friends - not pretty at all. But we stand by our decision. I just want to tell you, it was graphic.

Oh, P.S. For those of you who are waiting for me to slip and use the baby's name on here (instead of just "baby" or "Munchkin"), it's getting very hard! But I am sticking to my guns on this - you'll have to wait until after the birth!