However, I am glad that we have insurance. I am glad that the places I have been sent take my insurance. I am glad that I don't live in Fairbanks anymore, because I know they wouldn't be doing fetal blood transfusions there. If we were still in the military in Alaska either this baby would have died, or I would have been sent to Seattle for months. I'm glad I live 45 minutes away from an expert in the subject. I am glad that the baby made it through all the procedures and viruses and anemia. I am glad we'll get to meet this little trooper in a few short months. So, I guess seeing a big pile of white envelopes in the mail isn't really that big a deal.
Now, do you want to know what is a big deal? When you buy something big that you end up hating!
What have I done??? I went in my neighbor's house about a year ago and she had the most awesome black kitchen table. I loved it. I wanted one. I've been on the lookout for a similar one for a year now. And this week one went on sale. And I bought it. And I sold the other country style tacky one on Craig's list. And we put the new one up. And we sort of hate it. Because I sort of forgot I have a BLACK FLOOR and not the wood floor that my neighbor's lovely table was sitting on.
And now there is this bottomless pit look going on in my kitchen. And I want to cry. The table just blends in to the floor.
John said he told me so. He did. I didn't listen, because he never saw my neighbor's awesome kitchen (she moved) so what did he know?
Turns out he knows more than I give him credit for. Because look. LOOK WHAT I DID. OHSHIT.
This actually looks worse on the computer than it does in person, but it looks bad in person too. The black plastic floor is at the very top of my list of Home Improvements Needed Last Year But Must Wait Until Medical Bills Are Paid. One glorious day, it will be wood. And then I think this table will look better. But for now, it is just reeeeeeally not quite right. I feel like crying about it!