I went to the doctor today...it appears I am still only 1 cm dialated and 70% affaced. I was really disappointed today, I thought for sure he would say "you are ready to go, let's go to the hospital!" Now, we still might be pregnant next weekend. We scheduled an induction for the 29th, just in case. So at least I know a week from Monday, Avery will be here. I don't think I've ever felt so impatient. It might actually be good, it gives us time to spend with the kids and have Thanksgiving. My husband is looking at me like, stop typing! Goodnight, Blogland.
Due to my recent proactivity with my credit and paying off debt, I decided to give the hospital a call where I was admitted about a month ago and ask about my bill. I wanted to make sure I didn't miss it in the mail and I wanted to get an idea of what I'd be paying for my stay. I get on the phone with the billing department and the woman is just as nice as can be, really. She was surprised I'd even called her, considering I didn't even have a bill yet. She told me she'd sent the bill over to my insurance to be approved and paid but they hadn't heard back yet. "Just out of curiosity," I asked, knowing I would be responsible for 20% of the final bill, "how much was it?" What I heard next shocked me. "$61,000" she said. I said, "$61,000? I was only in the hospital for a night and only on anti-biotics, you can't be serious! My daughter cost me less than a third of that to give birth to and I was in the hospital two nights!...
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