When the man and I found out that we were having the babe - I just wanted to go out and buy all of the cutest little outfits...right. that. minute!! The man then reminded me that not only were we unable to find out what we were having yet - though he SWORE it would be a boy (because the men in his family have all had boys) - but we'd also get a lot of stuff at the baby showers we would have. Ok, ok, ok...fine...take away my fun!! Seeing as I didn't want all green and yellow items - we would definitely be finding out what we were having as. soon. as. possible.
At our 14 week sono, the tech said that while she couldn't be certain, she was going to guess that the babe was a boy. This was music to the man's ears...seeing as he said from day one that the babe would be a boy. The tech started laughing b/c the man was so excited and then said she wanted to see if she was right - so she'd try to be our tech at 20 weeks (when they can actually tell what you're having)...but the man just knew it was a boy.
Our 20 week appointment came sooner than expected and boy were we ready (no pun intended)!! The man was in a suit that day - though I can't remember why - and I was dressed nice for work. We got to the sono place and checked in - as usual. The same tech from week 14 came out to greet us and took me back so I could put on my oh-so-flattering-very-stylish-blue-and-white-amoeba-pattered-smock. She escorted me to the exam room where the man was so excited he was about to fall out of the chair.
The exam began like normal...arms - check...legs - check...head - check...yeah, things looked as normal as they CAN look at this stage of the game. The time finaly came and she asked if we wanted to know...I'm pretty sure the man was screaming yes before she even finished her sentence. The tech was fumbling around - trying to find the gender (the babe was a modest babe...didn't want to play along)...and suddenly her eyes got big as she stuttered - looks like I was wrong.
I couldn't help but laugh. My poor hubs, who has always wanted his first to be a boy, did fall out of his chair at the thought of having a little girl. From the floor all I heard was the man yell that he wanted a second opinion. Figures he would say that!! So the tech finished up and brought in the doctor on call...and sure enough - LITTLE GIRL!!
As we're sitting in the car driving home the man started cursing his uncle - who he just remembered had a girl - and said that he wouldn't believe it until the babe came out. I think he is still in denial some days...but the babe definitely has daddy wraped around her little finger - as it should be!!
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Wednesday, December 16
Friday, December 4
Lesson #22 - People, Especially Strangers, Have No Shame (Part II)
Okay...for those of you who missed Part I in this series of posts, please take a peak here (written yesterday). Those of you who read that post already - HORRAY!! You can now move on to Part II. Again, true story(ies)!!
3. The man and I were walking around the mall. Not because we wanted to shop, but because I HAP to get out of the house and walk around...and in the middle of summer, I also wanted air conditioning. The mall seemed like a logical choice seeing as there are groups of 60+ individuals EVERY. WHERE. who mall walk in the mornings...so it has to be a good idea, right?! Anyways, so we;re walking around the mall and going in and out of the stores. Again, not because we were actually going to BUY anything, but because it added to the enjoyment of said walk. So, we go into this store that sell painting prints - and some very nice ones, I might add. The sales rep approached the man and I asking if we needed any help. We politely declined and she happened to see the babe - wide-eyed - in her carrier. She made some cooing sounds and asked how old she was - to which I replied, "only 3 weeks old." The rep looked up at me and - without missing a beat said, "Oh, well she is absolutely adorable. Do you know what you're having next?" I'm sorry?! Next?! Do you now something I don't?? Is there some sign above my head that says - currently pregnant?? No. No there is not. Look Ms. Painting Sales Rep...I know you are 5 foot 10 and weigh only 100 pounds, but when women get pregnant they do this little thing called GAIN WEIGHT! I realize that this is a hard concept for you to grasp, but you really should read up on manners before just spouting garble!! Not to mention, DO. THE. MATH. If the babe is 3 weeks old...what makes you think I could be pregnant - and showing - again so quickly?!?! Ugh!!!
4. The man had gone back to work and I wanted to go to the grocery store. I put the babe - wrapped in her blanket and all - in her car seat and drove to the store. We don't live in the middle of nowhere...the grocery store is maybe 5 minutes from our house...so it didn't take long to get there. I pulled out the stroller and wheel it over to the passenger door. As I'm pulling the babe out of the car, a woman - who had just parked - was getting out of her car. Mind you, it is July/August...it is hot, humid and I'm cranky. She comments on how beautiful the babe is (why is it that everyone starts unwanted advice with how pretty the babe is??) and then proceeds to tell me that she shouldn't be taken out of the house yet. Okay...maybe if it was the DEAD of winter, I could see that a 3-4 week old really shouldn't be taken out in the elements...but in the summer, really?? If only this woman knew that the SAME DAY we were discharged from the hospital, we had errands to run and things to purchase...and we took the babe with us! UGH!!
3. The man and I were walking around the mall. Not because we wanted to shop, but because I HAP to get out of the house and walk around...and in the middle of summer, I also wanted air conditioning. The mall seemed like a logical choice seeing as there are groups of 60+ individuals EVERY. WHERE. who mall walk in the mornings...so it has to be a good idea, right?! Anyways, so we;re walking around the mall and going in and out of the stores. Again, not because we were actually going to BUY anything, but because it added to the enjoyment of said walk. So, we go into this store that sell painting prints - and some very nice ones, I might add. The sales rep approached the man and I asking if we needed any help. We politely declined and she happened to see the babe - wide-eyed - in her carrier. She made some cooing sounds and asked how old she was - to which I replied, "only 3 weeks old." The rep looked up at me and - without missing a beat said, "Oh, well she is absolutely adorable. Do you know what you're having next?" I'm sorry?! Next?! Do you now something I don't?? Is there some sign above my head that says - currently pregnant?? No. No there is not. Look Ms. Painting Sales Rep...I know you are 5 foot 10 and weigh only 100 pounds, but when women get pregnant they do this little thing called GAIN WEIGHT! I realize that this is a hard concept for you to grasp, but you really should read up on manners before just spouting garble!! Not to mention, DO. THE. MATH. If the babe is 3 weeks old...what makes you think I could be pregnant - and showing - again so quickly?!?! Ugh!!!
4. The man had gone back to work and I wanted to go to the grocery store. I put the babe - wrapped in her blanket and all - in her car seat and drove to the store. We don't live in the middle of nowhere...the grocery store is maybe 5 minutes from our house...so it didn't take long to get there. I pulled out the stroller and wheel it over to the passenger door. As I'm pulling the babe out of the car, a woman - who had just parked - was getting out of her car. Mind you, it is July/August...it is hot, humid and I'm cranky. She comments on how beautiful the babe is (why is it that everyone starts unwanted advice with how pretty the babe is??) and then proceeds to tell me that she shouldn't be taken out of the house yet. Okay...maybe if it was the DEAD of winter, I could see that a 3-4 week old really shouldn't be taken out in the elements...but in the summer, really?? If only this woman knew that the SAME DAY we were discharged from the hospital, we had errands to run and things to purchase...and we took the babe with us! UGH!!
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Thursday, October 8
Lesson #3 - Pregnancy Does Not Require Immediate Attention AND It Is A "Pre-Existing Condition"
Oh baby...LITERALLY! Now, before you get distressed by the title...don't!! As with everything, there are pros AND cons. Pregnancy should really be considered another full-time job. After I found out that I was pregnant, 10 home tests later, I called my ob/gyn for an appointment (apparently I felt that a nurse doing a pregnancy test would be far more accurate than the 10 I took at work). So, I got on the phone with the receptionist at the ob/gyn office - whom I had just seen for my yearly appointment a few weeks prior. She sounded a little shocked on the phone - and who can blame her?! My doc's wonderful receptionist was able to fit me in for an appointment - in 5 weeks!!! I'm sorry, but 5 weeks?!?! Apparently my pregnancy isn't considered something that needs immediate attention.
Well, five weeks came and went and finally it was the morning of my appointment. Them man and I walked into the office - part excited, part concerned - and I proceeded to sign-in. The receptionist opened the window, looked at me and said, "Didn't we just see you a few weeks ago?" I wanted so badly to bark back, "No, it was almost 2 months ago because apparently my being pregnant isn't a matter that needs to be confirmed right away." Alas, I held back and just laughed quietly to myself.
When my name was called, I walked back to meet my fate. The bubbly nurse was almost too bubbly...and honestly, I wanted to punch her in the face. Again, I felt it necessary to keep that to myself so - against my better judgment - I did just that. I was directed to pee in a cup and even though I told the nurse, a number of times, that I had already taken 10 home tests - she forced the cup on me anyways.
After getting my weight, blood pressure, I was whisked back to an exam room and told to put on the gown. On the way to the exam room, the nurse asked if the man wanted to come back as well. "Can he take my spot," I asked...unfortunately, her answer was no. The doctor finally came into the room and - surprise, surprise - the test was positive. A quick, and VERY intrusive, exam later and off we went. The man and I were equipped with a prescription for pre-natal vitamins, numerous supplements and the ever popular - first ultrasound!
Fast-forward a few weeks when I get the statement from my insurance company. The statement hadn't even fully loaded on my computer (I get them via email - how green of me!) before I was on the phone with my ob/gyn's office. As I was reviewing the document I noticed that the "patient responsibility" for my most recent ob/gyn appointment was an un-godly amount! I requested (read: demanded) to speak with a billing specialist to get this issue solved. "It looks like your claim was denied by insurance," the billing demon said to me. I asked how that could be since my insurance covers 100% of pregnancy costs (which is awesome compared to most plans). The demon said she wasn't sure what the mix-up was, but they did submit the paperwork correctly. After politely telling the demon that I would not be paying the bill at this time, I quickly got the insurance company on the phone to give them a piece of my mind. I spoke with a very pleasant insurance goddess whom I gave permission "to view my records" so that this misunderstanding could be cleared up. She opened my account and began to rattle off billing terms and words that were far beyond my wealth of knowledge on the matter. She confirmed that my insurance covers 100% and then decided she would transfer me to an insurance guru who would be better equipped to solve this misunderstanding. The guru took seconds to get on the line before saying that the reason my claim was denied is because my pregnancy was considered a "pre-existing condition**"...I'm sorry, did you say "pre-existing"?!?!
** The definition is as follows: a health condition (other than a pregnancy) or medical problem that was diagnosed or treated before enrollment in a new health plan or insurance policy.
Never mind the fact that my newest insurance policy began on June 1st, but I didn't get pregnant until November!! That is SOME pregnancy...and lord knows something should have been done about it by now!! The guru then informed me that the ob/gyn paper-pusher had filled out the form incorrectly. Wait a minute...I just spoke with the billing demon, who ensured me that the forms had been properly filled out on their end. Turns out - the demon misspoke. The paper-pusher had listed my pregnancy as a "secondary condition"...not sure how a pregnancy constitutes a "secondary" as opposed to a "primary" condition, but in her mind - it did.
So, back on the phone I was with the billing demon at the ob/gyn to sort out the paper-pusher's mistake. The billing demon finally (after 35 minutes on the phone) conceded to the paper-pusher's mistake and said the form would be filled out - correctly - and re-submitted to the insurance company. Finally, 2 weeks later, I got an updated insurance statement which reflected the company paying for my ob/gyn fees. Thank goodness!!
Well, five weeks came and went and finally it was the morning of my appointment. Them man and I walked into the office - part excited, part concerned - and I proceeded to sign-in. The receptionist opened the window, looked at me and said, "Didn't we just see you a few weeks ago?" I wanted so badly to bark back, "No, it was almost 2 months ago because apparently my being pregnant isn't a matter that needs to be confirmed right away." Alas, I held back and just laughed quietly to myself.
When my name was called, I walked back to meet my fate. The bubbly nurse was almost too bubbly...and honestly, I wanted to punch her in the face. Again, I felt it necessary to keep that to myself so - against my better judgment - I did just that. I was directed to pee in a cup and even though I told the nurse, a number of times, that I had already taken 10 home tests - she forced the cup on me anyways.
After getting my weight, blood pressure, I was whisked back to an exam room and told to put on the gown. On the way to the exam room, the nurse asked if the man wanted to come back as well. "Can he take my spot," I asked...unfortunately, her answer was no. The doctor finally came into the room and - surprise, surprise - the test was positive. A quick, and VERY intrusive, exam later and off we went. The man and I were equipped with a prescription for pre-natal vitamins, numerous supplements and the ever popular - first ultrasound!
Fast-forward a few weeks when I get the statement from my insurance company. The statement hadn't even fully loaded on my computer (I get them via email - how green of me!) before I was on the phone with my ob/gyn's office. As I was reviewing the document I noticed that the "patient responsibility" for my most recent ob/gyn appointment was an un-godly amount! I requested (read: demanded) to speak with a billing specialist to get this issue solved. "It looks like your claim was denied by insurance," the billing demon said to me. I asked how that could be since my insurance covers 100% of pregnancy costs (which is awesome compared to most plans). The demon said she wasn't sure what the mix-up was, but they did submit the paperwork correctly. After politely telling the demon that I would not be paying the bill at this time, I quickly got the insurance company on the phone to give them a piece of my mind. I spoke with a very pleasant insurance goddess whom I gave permission "to view my records" so that this misunderstanding could be cleared up. She opened my account and began to rattle off billing terms and words that were far beyond my wealth of knowledge on the matter. She confirmed that my insurance covers 100% and then decided she would transfer me to an insurance guru who would be better equipped to solve this misunderstanding. The guru took seconds to get on the line before saying that the reason my claim was denied is because my pregnancy was considered a "pre-existing condition**"...I'm sorry, did you say "pre-existing"?!?!
** The definition is as follows: a health condition (other than a pregnancy) or medical problem that was diagnosed or treated before enrollment in a new health plan or insurance policy.
Never mind the fact that my newest insurance policy began on June 1st, but I didn't get pregnant until November!! That is SOME pregnancy...and lord knows something should have been done about it by now!! The guru then informed me that the ob/gyn paper-pusher had filled out the form incorrectly. Wait a minute...I just spoke with the billing demon, who ensured me that the forms had been properly filled out on their end. Turns out - the demon misspoke. The paper-pusher had listed my pregnancy as a "secondary condition"...not sure how a pregnancy constitutes a "secondary" as opposed to a "primary" condition, but in her mind - it did.
So, back on the phone I was with the billing demon at the ob/gyn to sort out the paper-pusher's mistake. The billing demon finally (after 35 minutes on the phone) conceded to the paper-pusher's mistake and said the form would be filled out - correctly - and re-submitted to the insurance company. Finally, 2 weeks later, I got an updated insurance statement which reflected the company paying for my ob/gyn fees. Thank goodness!!
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