The four of us, actually.
Yes, we will be four. The thought of that even number scares the daylights out of me. But this baby ain't going any where.
So I went for the insurance on Saturday. A trip to the Medicare Office in Coney Island that lasted 5 miserable hours. Do you know how much paper work they asked me for? I had birth certificates and passports, driver's license, marriage certificate, pay stubs, bills, yadda, yadda. And I was still missing Aixah's SS card, that'll cost me a trip to the SS office. Either way my claim will be processed within 30 days. I have a good feeling about this. I think I got it. I really pray that I do because who knows what Plan B is.
I guess this should be the week that I finally tell my bosses that I'm preggers. Once I do I won't have to worry so much about what to wear. It's still Sunday, let me not even think about them and work for now.
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