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.