Between finding out I was pregnant with Silas and finding out I was pregnant with Weebs (nope, not explaining why I'm calling this one Weebs), my insurance gradually went from freaking awesome (as in Silas cost us a whopping $150) to "why do I even have insurance?" (as in, just pay for all the cost associated with having this baby yourself).

So, yesterday, I got the this-is-how-much-this-is-going-to-cost-you breakdown and cried a lot and freaked out a lot and emailed my mom a lot and then called her and ranted a lot.

You see, since my first delivery didn't go anything like normal, all my pregnancies are now "high risk" right out of the gate.  Previously, that has meant that I had to see two doctors.  However, when you're basically paying for your prenatal care out of your own check, you want to lessen the associated costs.

Therefore, I now have an appointment (for tomorrow) with a doctor I've never met who handles "normal" pregnancies (if there is such a thing) and "high risk" pregnancies out of one office.  He delivered a very good friend's daughter, so he comes highly recommended.  But still, new doctor.

Plus there's the whole super terrifying first appointment and first sono (is everything going to be normal and okay?!) and the start to all the poking and prodding and drawing blood (did I mention how much I loathe being pregnant?).  

I'd say pray for me, but if you're reading this, the appointment was normal and everything looks to be going okay with baby Weebs.

Tomorrow I'll write a post with a picture of the first sono picture (but you won't see it for a while because there are still some peeps we need to tell about the new arrival).