Doom? No Doom?

Well now, things seem like they might actually move along after all! Not just in surro-land but in general. I was starting to think that perhaps the Mayans were right, and this year was the year we all found ourselves doomed. Every time I thought we were getting ahead and making plans and taking steps forward, something would come along and clothesline me in the face with a two-by-four. I daresay the bruises were starting to show.

Interesting the things that laying flat on your back with a proverbial egg swelling on your brow will make you think, though.

Anyway, our illustrious IVF physician has decided that because Wiggle Worm has a little dimple at the very bottom of her back, it could possibly, maybe, theoretically suggest that there may have at one moment in time been the slightest, remotest chance that she could have been possibly, maybe prone to the mildest, minutest hint of spina bifida. Maybe. Possibly. So I’ve been prescribed 5mg of folic acid per day, starting as soon as it arrives. Honestly, this doesn’t bother me in the slightest; I.F. is paying through the nose to have every chance at the healthiest baby possible. I just think it’s funny that a dimple above someone’s butt is a concern. I’m probably a horrible person or something. But I digress. The point of this was to state that the pharmacy that the IVF clinic uses wanted $44 for a month’s worth of these pills. I talked to I.F. and decided I’d check into the cost of 5mg of folic acid every day for a month through WalMart. $17. Before insurance. Evil as major corporations are, I can see why people use them. Fortunately I.F. found a way to get the supplements for free, so neither of us have to pay a cent for them.

Hubs has an interview a week from tomorrow for a real, live teaching gig about two hours north of our current home, for the 2012-2013 school year. In his field and everything. A couple of my uncles have suggested that he take a deck of cards up and ask for ten minutes of the interviewers’ time, to teach them to play Pitch with 9’s and 5’s. It’s an old family game, and hubs is VERY efficient at teaching people to play it. He taught the munchkin to play months ago, for about ten minutes, then she never picked the cards up again till this past weekend, where she very quickly STOMPED me and my grandmother.

So if he gets the job, we’ll be moving to the same general vicinity as munchkin’s father. I’ll have to commute to work, but there are several people in my building who ride down from that area, so it won’t be a problem getting in. And the ex gets out of work before school lets out for the day, so he and munchkin could see each other every day for a couple hours till hubs and I got home from work.

And my nursing school plans may yet come to pass as well. If hubs gets this job, we’ll have health insurance coverage and a proper income, which is the biggest thing. Assuming he does indeed get the job, I can spend this pregnancy looking up grants and scholarships for school, and get all the paperwork lined up and done in advance, so the financial burden of school won’t be much of a burden at all. Once this baby is delivered, I can apply to schools for the following fall semester, submit my scholarship and grant applications, and if accepted, I can give my current job plenty of notice that I’m leaving. I can work evenings while I go to school to help pay the bills. Depending on what kind of scholarship and grant info I find, I can choose between a technical school where I could get my associates in nursing, take the NCLEX-RN and then get a job, and take RN-to-BSN classes through my job. Or if the package I find is good enough, I could do a four-year program, then do midwifery school and start my practice after that. Food for thought.

But I’ve rambled on long enough now, and I should shut up.