1. I came back from vacation and called the mother of The Boy I Watch to tell her I could start watching him “if she wants”. I was hoping TBIW was just so happy with his new sitter and I didn’t want his mother wouldn’t feel she’d be breaking my heart by continuing to use this new person.

   And you know what? TBIW is JUST SO HAPPY at his new sitter’s! And his mom didn’t want him to come back to my home only for a few weeks, and then have to go back to the new sitter when I move at the end of the month. I agree. Makes sense.

   Plus? This new sitter IS CHINESE. (Did I ever mention that TBIW is Chinese? I think that may have added just a teensy bit to the stress, what with the language barrier and all.)

   So I am happy for him. Truly, I am. And I am happy for me. Now I get to enjoy my two babies again. Benjamin has started taking morning naps again. I am less stressed, again. I am free to have visitors during the week, and free to visit my mom at some point over the summer without worrying about throwing a wrench in TBIW’s mother’s plans. And packing will be so much easier. If I ever decide to start, that is.

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2. Josh gave me a mission today as he left for work. He wanted me to call the Medicaid office and get enrolled in that ASAP so we could see a doctor (well, a nurse at the health clinic, anyway) before August, when I’d be able to become a dependent on his insurance again.

   But I wanted to be absolutely sure that I wasn’t, but some grace of God, still insured as his dependent. I mean, it’s all very shady and questionable. We paid our quarterly dues, and turned in the paperwork in a timely fashion. But we never heard any confirmation nor were we ever billed again. So we were 99.9% sure our paperwork had slipped through the cracks and our coverage had expired after that initial quarter.

   But there was still that .1%.

   So I called his insurance. And guess what? I’m insured. They said they had me down for a one-year term. August 07 to August 08. I pestered them with billing questions and they kept insisting that they don’t cover that end, we’d have to talk to Josh’s school. But they ARE mailing me a card.

   I figure either a) Josh’s school forgot to bill us or b) they took it directly out of his check and I didn’t notice. I hope it’s not that one. That would make me feel much ashamed. I am supposed to be in charge of the finances, anyway.

   So, but anyway, yay. Now I get to see an actual doctor (on Medicaid in this county, you can’t see your doctor until 36 weeks – it’s all nurses at the health clinic until then). Or maybe even a midwife? We’ve scheduled another interview with the one-and-only Certified Nurse Midwife in this county (who only does home-births) and Josh is coming this time and bringing his list o’ questions and concerns.

   I’ll keep you updated on that (the appointment is for 10:00 on Monday).

Yay, God! You make my heart happy.