We’re not so much worried about making ends meet, or even the whole job-hunt issue, as we are about insurance over the course of the next several weeks. I suppose if all else fails we could check out some sort of Oklahoma-helps-people-with-a-million-kids-and-no-money program. The worse that could happen is that we go into debt paying hospital bills and then simply pay them off when we get back on our feet. And we will get back on our feet. Not that we’re not on them already.
April 12, 2008
Contrary to popular belief, my husband isn’t a drug dealer.
He works for an actual company that pays an actual salary, and that can actually lay 36 out of 42 people off at any given point in time. And, contrary to popular belief, they can do this even when one of those people is the sole breadwinner of a family with 2 kids and a wife about to give birth to another one in less than a month.
Sometimes life is hilarious like that.
Caleb is eerily calm. He’s actually the most relaxed I’ve seen him in the 7 years I’ve known him. Suicide watch, you say? Maybe. But honestly, I think he’s at peace–and he’s ready to put forth some real effort into finding a job that will better suit him–one that doesn’t require an 18-pack of beer for him to sleep a couple hours a night. This is a good thing. This is the kick he needed. This is an opportunity.
And it could be worse. Case in point: Caleb normally has our taxes done by the end of January. We normally have bills paid off and what not by the middle of February with that money. Yet FOR SOME REASON, this year Caleb has put things off til the last minute; only last week did he hit the "done" button, and now we have a decent-sized tax return coming, that instead of putting towards student loans and mortgages, we can set it aside just for this special occasion.
I almost want to compare the whole ordeal to Shadow. I would’ve kept her alive and going just as long as possible–but it would’ve been a painful prolonging of the inevitable. The situation sucks. It sucks bad. But in the long run, it’s for the best. We have a lot to be thankful for. And this? This little bump? It’s on the list.
Speaking of bumps–I had my ultrasound today (which–HA!–Caleb got to be there for!) and things with the baby appear to be just fine. The techs couldn’t really say much, but they did estimate him to be six pounds or so; I estimate he’s carrying about half of that in his private parts alone, because HOLY GOD they are huge. The little guy was also showing his strong arm again. I have deemed this to be his trademark move, and I can just imagine: "Mom, did you buy tickets to the show? THE GUN SHOW?" Yeah.
So, bottom line: I see no point whatsoever at this moment to worry about my son’s size; he’s not overly huge now and I don’t expect him to get that way just over the next few weeks. I’m not saying delivery will be a cake walk; but I’m fairly sure I can handle it. So we’ll just see what the doctor has to say about that at my next appointment.
Caleb is almost done painting his crib. I absolutely love the way it’s turning out–although I was skeptical when he chose the glossy-finish black spray paint. But it looks good. I’ve also motivated myself enough to buy some baby-safe laundry detergent. It remains to be seen when I will actually feel like washing all his little blankies and onesies.
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