Comma Dot Comma

If you like pastel interior decorating, baby girl dresses, or round pregnant bellies, this is the photo set for you! Sorry, I no longer know how to post pictures to my blog so all you get is a link:

Ready for Baby

In which I struggle against the inertia of bored data entry clerks and poorly linked databases to get one digit of my birth date corrected at the health insurance company.

Number of
phone calls: 11
emails: 4
faxes: 1
agencies: 3
departments: 5
representatives: 8
days: 35

Victory! I actually said, “Praise the Lord! I’m dancing around the kitchen!” when the insurance company customer service rep told me that she was seeing my correct birth date.

This is our third battle on the issue. Dr. G’s previous attempt, in January, ended with someone’s stonewalling request for an original birth certificate.

Baby Bangs! Just in case I have a bald baby girl, because that would be too terrible to imagine. I was a bald baby myself, and would have LOVED to have worn a synthetic toupee for my early months of life. I still feel the persecution of those difficult times.