Totally Awkward Tuesdays

Today is the last Totally Awkward Tuesday for a while as Tova is going on hiatus for a while as she and her hubs go through the fun process of graduation, moving, and starting a new residency for hubs.

Sound familiar?

I promised Tova that since this was the last TAT for a while I would make it a good one so here goes it.

*NOTE* This post talks a TINY bit about topics that may make the most squeamish of you squeam. It really is pretty mild but wanted to give you a fair warning.

Palmer was born January 23 two years ago. Because of the astronomical costs of having a baby let alone a c-section we met our deductible for our insurance company and our maximum out of pocket within the first month of the year. Not a bad thing except that we were moving shortly and wouldn't be around to enjoy the benefits of this.

So shortly after he was born my personal OB (aka hubs) advised me that we (I) should get an IUD put in. The benefits sounded glorious (no monthly bill until we took it out, no additional expense, nothing to think about or do) so I readily agreed. You have to remember that at this point my mental frame of mind was very fragile. I had just had a baby, I had a two year old at home, we had just found out that we were moving across the country, were selling our house, I was getting ready to head back to work, and I was trying to find a new job at our new location. Nough said.

So I contacted my regular OB and he didn't have any vacancies for at least a month. No good as we were going to be going on vacation and moving soon. There was, however, an appointment with one of the older partners that no longer did OB (only gyn). Dr. B had to be almost 70 years old but he was very sweet. So the appointment was set.

I contacted my insurance company and found out that although we had reached our max out pocket & deductible it was still going to cost us $200 because it was considered an in office procedure, ya da ya da ya da. IUD is good for up to 5 years...you do the math.

So come the day of the placement and the first thing they ask for is a urine sample. The nurse explained that it was standard procedure to make sure I wasn't pregnant. After waiting what seemed like forever in the tiny gown in the room Dr. B and his nurse came in.

Dr. B- "So how are you feeling?"

Me- "Tired and little overwhelmed. I'm OK though."

Dr. B- "Well, that can definitely be understandable." LONG pause and he turns to get the chart.

Dr. B- "Well dear, I have a surprise for you."

Me- Thinking...OMG OMG OMG...I'm pregnant. How can I be pregnant. Well, I know how I can be pregnant. I can't breath. I am going to pass out. I can't believe I am pregnant. This is so not good. I can't take one more thing let alone this thing. What are we going to do? How are we going to afford this?

Dr. B- "Here is your check back. I know what it is like to be in your situation, your husband being a recent med student graduate. We are just going to mark it as paid and bill your insurance company for the rest."

Me- "What? I'm sorry I don't think I heard you what?" *SHOCK* Color is finally returning to my face. "You mean I'm not pregnant?" Tears are literally streaming down my cheeks.

Dr. B- "Oh no sweetie you are not pregnant."

Holy crap did have me going. I was so sure that he was going to tell me that I was pregnant and then to find out that I wasn't was such a relief. I was so emotionally exhausted that I just sat in his office and cried. Poor guy had no idea what to do and didn't know if I was relieved or disappointed. Little did he know. I felt awful that I didn't show more gratitude but I was just in shock over the whole thing. I felt like my life had flashed before my eyes. I have to admit though that when I went home and told Bret what happened it was fun to see the color drain from his face for the 10 seconds that he thought I was pregnant again before I finished the story.