wrod. My mother really couldn't understand why I was freaked by her breast tumor. "Ma, it's a fuckin' tumor...this is the kind of thing people bring up when I'm wigged about nothing. Right?" "Well, they got it all." Sometimes it's hard having been raised by Wonder Woman. She still sort of acts like she had some sort of hormonal splinter removed.

health ma~~~ to your mom, Toddson.

My PCA just dropped a really lovely bottle of wine, that The Girl bought me and that I've drinking slowly 'cos it's really nice, out of the fridge. It's one thing after another with that PCA. Much of it not really her fault, but highlighting our rather different personalities and how much they're clashing. There might have to be a conversation about future employment very soon. (In stark, screaming contrast, the other one keeps doing extra hours even though she's on crutches after knee surgery, never complains, works mega-fast and is awesome. I didn't realise all these years that she was the employee from heaven. I do now that I've experienced a few other employees.)

Wah. Lovely bottle of wine.

Did she offer to replace it? She should have.

We worked out that it wasn't really her fault. The bottle-holder-thingy in the door of the fridge where you keep milk etc was loose. But no, she didn't. I wouldn't have accepted, but it would have been nice.

Have found more wine, so all is well.

Yes, that's the important bit, the offer.

Have good boobs, Cash!

Health~ma all around, and to o_a, one of them dang sticks sounds like it's raining. It could work.

Rain~ma to Omnis - you so deserve a more relaxing day.

Mom~ma to Toddson.

This week has just been terrible. The OB awfulness continues. I showed up for my new OB appointment yesterday morning and found out that she doesn't have privileges at my hospital (even though she is listed as being affiliated with them on my insurance's website). Cue the tears! So we went over to my original OBs office and demanded that they honor the in-network rate. Nope, won't do it. How much are we looking at out of network? Can't tell you that either. They were totally unapologetic and are telling the crying pregnant woman how they are the wronged party - it's not their fault the doctor left the practice. So, it's my fault? Spoke with the doctor and she was also playing the "wronged party" card. So furious.

I am working with my insurance co. to get them to consider her in network for my delivery due to the circumstances, and still calling other OBs hoping someone will take pity on me. I'd love to get away from my current OB. I'm having a problem thinking about someone with so little empathy cutting me open and delivering my child. It's so upsetting.

Have good boobs, Cash!

they're already good, there just needs to be fewer of them. No, that's not quite right. Less of them? It's not like they're items in the express lane!