Monday, September 29, 2008
So it was bittersweet to close Marisol yesterday. I think if we'd had one more week, we could have really knocked it out of the park. Every night it was getting leaner and tighter and we were all discovering new things about our characters and what they had to say. I think that probably yesterday's audience got the best performance. They were also a great audience, laughing and really enjoying themselves. I'm really glad we had them after Saturday's audience, who I think might have been on life support. Everyone I talked to said they enjoyed it, but during the performance there was nary a giggle and you just didn't feel the energy you usually feel from an audience. I let it affect my performance, which I'm not proud of, and had a few flubs. Although, once again, everyone I knew who came said they didn't notice. On the other hand, I am ready to go back to regular life. I missed Stella and Tim and they've missed me, Stella especially. So I'm ready to be home most nights again to help put her to bed and to eat dinner as a family. And I'd be fine with no more fast food for a month!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Mom jabbering away on the phone while her children eat all of the cake batter. (That's a lot of left over batter. Is that why the cake in the background appears to have a giant piece missing? Or did she feed them a slice of cake and THEN let them eat the cake batter? Who just lets the cake batter sit around while they cook the cake anyway?) I especially love John Jr. (doesn't he look like JFK Jr.?) balancing precariously on the counter. I just noticed it looks like she actually put a bib on John John before she set him up there. So she's aware of what they're doing! I figure she's calling her friend Jane to come over and later they'll drink a couple of martinis and smoke a pack of cigarettes while they send John John and Chatty Kathy out in the backyard to run off the sugar and play with sharp pointy sticks.* Ah, the good old days.
Oh, on closer inspection I don't think that is a bib, but he's wearing a shirt under overalls. So maybe Mom is as oblivious as she looks like she is. I feel like her some days, especially when I blog or surf the internet and figure as long as Stella is quiet or babbling happily, no need to check. No news is good news right? Contrast this with some of the Moms in my mom's group who, at least from their posts, sound like they are spending all day dancing to children's music with their child, building forts, and crafting organic toys. I'm having a second child to be playmate to my first, duh:)
*By the way, I HIGHLY endorse playing with sticks. Stella can turn them into about a 1,000 different things and there was actually a study done showing that an important part of children's thinking is not developing properly these days because they don't do imaginative play enough.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
At the business office, I expressed my concern to the billing person. She explained that all the fees for all the visits and the doctor's services in the hospital are billed under an "OB Global Fee". She said this is the way that the insurance wants it billed and the charges cannot be broken out separately. So in essence, even though my insurance SAYS they cover my visits at 100% after the copay, in PRACTICE, I pay 20% of those OB visits as well. She helpfully offered, "you'll have what, 13 or 14 visits and rather than paying a copay at each one you can pay it all at once!" Oh, that's so helpful. Because $20 at a time is always such a hardship. $400? I have that in my back pocket at all times! And I'm pretty sure that those visits are each more than $100. Because then my $20 copay would be 20% and they would be equal. I'm pretty sure I come out behind in the whole thing though. But I can't know because it's just impossible for them to break out the charges individually! I bet they'd do that if I was paying cash. So anyway, I asked if I could pay there and she said I could have a payment plan. I said, well, I have a Health Savings Account that starts over in January and I was hoping to pay for the baby charges with that, but didn't know I'd have to pay this to the doctor so far in advance. She asked when I was due, checked with someone and said the deposit was not actually due until my 7th month. Which is January! So if as long as I pay in the first two weeks of January, I'm fine. Which means that 1) rather than having to come up with the money now, I can use pre-tax money that is gathered over the course of a year, so essentially it's like a zero-interest loan. and 2) it will count towards my out-of-pocket maximum for next calendar year, so if I do wind up having to pay the whole $2,000 maximum, it will be $2,000, not $2,417. So small victories. Small victories. I'm not saying I'm completely done with this. I will make a call to the insurance company when I've worked up the energy just to confirm that this is the case. But I'm pretty sure I'll lose. Why do they advertise one thing when it's not the truth? And why does my doctor's office SAY you have to pay the deposit at your second visit, when you really don't have to pay it until your 7th month?
More interesting developments at my doctor's appointment: My tests from last week came back great and instead of having something like a 1 in 450 chance of Down's Syndrome because of my age, I have a 1 in 10,000 chance of it. Damn good odds, I must say myself. Unfortunately, my doctor already started harping on my weight. Not now, she said its fine, but she looked back at my previous pregnancy (damn computers, she brought it up instantly) and said again they'd really like to see me gain 30 pounds and that I really need to watch that, blah, blah, blah. I didn't say much other than that I eat much healthier now because I've been through Weight Watchers and I started out this pregnancy about 10 pounds lighter than the last one, but I am not going to get stressed out about this shit like I did last time. If she starts to harp on me, I'm going to be polite but firm that I am confident in my ability to stay healthy even if I gain a little extra weight and that I know I can lose it because I did once before. I hope that's enough to nip it in the bud. Blech, why do doctors care so much whether I gain 30 or 44 pounds. Is it really that big of a difference on my 5'10" frame? Stella was about as healthy as a baby can be. Who cares? That said, I don't plan to gain 44 pounds. I am hoping to keep it in the 35-40 range. But I think that 30 is a rather arbitrary number and I don't know why she chose that when I started out at the low end of the healthy BMI for my height. I've gained 5 pounds so far, which all the books say is perfectly fine for the 1st trimester. Even if my doctor said I'd only gained two (at the first visit the nurse recorded my weight wrong, and so they now think I lost 3 pounds between my first and second visits and so am now only 1 pound up rather than 4. Or something like that. I've mentioned it before but they don't seem to be eager to change it. Whatever. It'll give me some cushion.)
Man, this is a looong post. sorry. I have to go hang laundry before picking up no-nap Nelly at school!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Austin Live Theatre Blog
So put seeing it on your weekend calendar!
Also, I'm in the 2nd trimester, yay! No more morning sickness and a little bit less tiredness. I still get sleepy around 2, so my nap is still necessary, though. But this morning I had a tremendous burst of energy and cleaned out Stella's closet. It looks awesome! I'm now inspired to take on my closet, but I need to find a place to take all my too-big maternity clothes for that. I'd like to take it to a maternity resale shop so that I can get some dough to spend on more clothes. Closet cleaning is not at all on my to-do list, but I'm procrastinating things I REALLY need to get done. Ah, yes, the American Way!
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Also, Marisol's opening Thursday went fabulous, way better than it had any right to since it was our first full run-through with tech! Yes, that's right. We struggled and got mostly through a cue to cue Wednesday night before they finally let the actors go at midnight. So Thursday was our first run with tech. But I have to tell you, our techies ROCK, as do the actors for dealing so easily with it. There were a couple of miniscule problems, but nothing major. Last night went pretty much perfectly, except that the phone broke at one point and so I skipped some lines where I was supposed to use it. Nothing plot shattering, but I wasn't going to talk on an obviously broken phone! I felt like I was "off" last night, but everyone said it was great, and Tim thought I was awesome:) Last night I was like, "keep stroking my ego, I never get tired of it!" So please come see Marisol, it's a really great show and you won't walk away disappointed. Details follow. One thing the press release doesn't mention, to my great dismay, is that this show is FUNNY! It's very black humor, but it is hilarious, trust me. Thursday night they were rolling in the aisles, last night they were quite a bit quieter (Tim said he felt sort of weird because he kept laughing), but I can guarantee that as long as you can appreciate a bit of twisted humor, you will laugh.
AUSTIN, Texas, July 8, 2008 - The vestige group, a local non-profit theatre company, will open MARISOL by Jose Rivera, on Thursday, September 18th at 8 p.m. at The Off-Center. An angelic revolt, urban chaos, social disorder and personal struggle all figure prominently in José Rivera's 1991 drama Marisol.
The millennium approaches. There is Armageddon in Heaven and an Apocalypse on Earth. God has become senile and the angels revolt, leaving humans to fend for themselves. Without her guardian angel, Marisol ~ an Everywoman ~ struggles to live her life with some sense of normalcy. In the face of imminent cosmological disaster, she manages to find compassion, courage, love, and humanity and in the end, her own sense of redemption.
Jose Rivera is one of our most celebrated Hispanic playwrights and MARISOL has been called "the Roman Catholic Angels in America." Rivera has won two Obie Awards for playwriting, a Kennedy Center Fund for New American plays Grant, a Fulbright Arts Fellowship in playwriting, the Whiting Writers' Award, a McKnight Fellowship, the 2005 Norman Lear Writing Award, a 2005 Impact Award and a Berilla Kerr Playwriting Award.
Full Run Dates: Thursday through Saturday: September 18th – 20th and 25th – 27th at 8 pm Sundays: September 21st and 28th at 3 pm Performances are $15-25 dollars. Thursday performances are "pay-as-you wish."
For mature audiences only. Show contains adult content, situations and language.
For more information on tickets, go to www.texasperforms.com or www.vestigegroup.org
MARISOL is directed by Susie Gidseg and Jen Brown. The play features Emily Pate, Julie Winston Thomas, Andrew Varenhorst, Bastion Carboni, Dawnica Mathis and Jenny Keto.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Unfortunately, still no clue what the sex is, it's too early. We'll find out in another 7 and a half weeks or so when I'm 20 weeks and have the BIG ultrasound!
And yes, my show opens tonight. Holy mother of God!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Can't wait to get everything washed and start wearing it! I'm 12 weeks, two days, which might be a little early to wear maternity clothes, but heck, if it fits, I'm wearing it, that's my motto these days!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Some of my earliest memories as a wee little lass are of Alicia, waiting out the storm with no electricity for several days with my family and watching huge pine trees sway in the wind. In H-town, hurricanes are just a way of life. I really admire officials for having
the courage to tell folks to wait it out so that those on the coast who really needed to leave for higher ground could get there. Like my friends Paul and Racheal and their little ones who live in Clear Lake. Hopefully they are safe and sound with relatives away from the devastation and they didn't have to spend a day and a half in the car just to get across town like in Rita.
BTW, this is probably the first and last time that I will say I admire Rick Perry, so enjoy it!
Well, MY wee little lass is awake, so I'd better go!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
So now I probably won't get to go to the party I went through much finangling to get to go to, and my evening, which I could spend with my SIL and BIL Christine and Brian who will be in town is messed up because the rehearsal is now 4-7. Dammit!
Also, my grandparents are driving my parents crazy about Ike as well, even though it's slated to not hit anywhere near them. My parents are at their ranch in the middle of nowhere and have no way of really tracking the storm, so this makes them have to call my Aunt and Uncle to find out what's really up. I wish they'd just called me because I don't worry about anything:) Well, at least not hurricanes that are hitting 4 hours away. I ain't afraid of no rain!
But Ike, I'm telling you, don't you be battering the coast like you battered Tina Turner, you hear?
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Apparently today they learned to be helpers and Stella helped clean up. She also did the cute little handprint seen below:
The teacher said they'll give her this week and next to see how the nap goes, and if she doesn't wind up going for the new nap time, I'll have to pick her up at 12:45:( That makes Mama sad because I sure did enjoy my time today! It wasn't much, but I can get things done so fast when it's just me and I don't need to entertain/involve a two-year-old. I vaccumed, mopped, got some emails sent out and blogging done, and freaked out over a mouse. Yes, that's right. There was a mouse in the house. Actually, there is still a mouse in the house. It is behind the kitchen trashcan, so either a) it got in through the doggy door or b) Punky brought it in. I lean towards the latter. I'm waiting for Tim to get home because Julie don't mess with mice. Tim also had to handle the mouse he discovered when he started to step into the shower Sunday night. It looks like the same mouse. We put that one out in the field behind our house, but I really hope Punky has not discovered a new past time.
Yeah, Stella sounds to be asleep! I almost feel guilty about how little I'm going to be playing Mommy today:)
Yes I neglected to get a picture of myself with her. Again!
Monday, September 08, 2008
I need to diversify my snacks. Any suggestions? I just ate a SuperPretzel, which I'm totally addicted to, a cheese stick, which I'm getting sick of, and a tiny peppermint patty, which was oh-so good! I really like the salty this time around, although the sweet is still good, just not my overwhelming desire like it was with Stella.
Friday, September 05, 2008
They just better be done by the time I go to bed or I'm going to be PISSED!
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
I have gone to the dark side and actually started using Facebook. The problem was that I kept getting friend requests from people I went to high school with, and then I decided I needed to have something remotely resembling a profile so they could see what I was up to. Now after looking at people's profiles I have decided they have waaaaay more fun than me. They all seem to beautiful, tan and constantly drinking and having a fantastic time in exotic locals. I, on the other hand, cannot even find a decent picture for my profile. Sigh. I know it's all an illusion, but sometimes it's easy to feel inferior. I am not helped by the fact that the same pregnancy hormones that turned me into Pollyanna when I was pregnant with Stella have turned me into goth girl with this one. I am in a funk so much of the time. My funk is certainly not lifted by the fact that I have NOTHING to wear. I'm in that awkward stage where my old size doesn't fit and the next size up is gigantic. And don't even get me started on my old maternity clothes. Not only are they too big for me right now (and hopelessly hideous), I don't think they'll ever fit! I KNOW I've dropped two sizes since I got pregnant with Stella, but these things are huge! I mean, I could fit a buddy in the top parts of them, the parts that aren't going to get that much bigger (although I am pretty big up there...) I was looking forward to not dropping dough on new maternity clothes, but I'm afraid that's not going to happen. Which is baaad because we are in major saving mode. Trying to recover from the expenditures from: dog dying, vacation, cat getting sick, car breaking, and now, in just 3 weeks I have to pay $400 for BabyBean to my doctor! I mean, come on, I'm not giving birth until next Spring!
Such a change from Stella when I had awesome insurance my employer paid completely. She cost a $250 copay. Now our insurance is crap, we pay through the nose for it, and I have to pay a $500 deductible+20% of both the doctor and the hospital! And someone explain to me why nationalized medicine is bad?
Okay, I am a whiner. I should NOT blog when I am in this sort of mood. On the plus side, we had an awesome weekend. Tim and I saw the HI-larious Tropic Thunder Friday night, we went to a great pool party at Karen and Jennie's Saturday, Sunday was mom's night out and Tim's race, and Monday we went to Aquarena Springs! So all has not been crap.
So she's still got the tummy troubles and I'm faced with her probably not going to school again tomorrow. The mere thought of it depresses me. In fact, it made me sob Monday night when I realized she couldn't go. On top of this, I actually have to find time to drive over there and drop off our September tuition. And I need to do it without Stella because can you imagine how upset she would be if we showed up there and she didn't get to go?
I feel a wee bit responsible for the sickness hanging around so long. Other people who shall not be named disagree that children should not have milk when they have the sickness. So these other people have been allowing her to have milk, convincing me to give her milk when I feel she shouldn't. Doctor told me today she should be drinking soy milk, NOT cow's milk. Also, I sort of forgot she's supposed to be having only starchy foods and she had Mexican Monday for lunch. And she stayed with her grandparents twice this weekend and they gave her sausage Friday night and gulp, pickled bologna Sunday night.
This post is totally gross. I'm sorry. In summation, I want my child to go to school, I am scared she's going to be light-years behind and have no friends by the time she gets to go, and that we will both go crazy because she wants play time and I want alone time.