{ Old Navy Cropped Linen Pants; Alice & Olivia Heels }
There’s a lot going on right now.
Kendrick leaves this weekend (I’m not leaving for another couple of weeks), so we’ve spent the past three days on the phone pretty much constantly, trying to iron out details. I knew it would be stressful, but it’s been interesting to me what aspects of this have stressed me out the most. I’m not especially worried about our living situation, for example: I figure if we all have beds and there is a coffee machine present, we’re good. But I expected to be relatively laid-back about finding a doctor and a place to deliver – wouldn’t I just end up going with whatever practice was closest to our apartment? – and…I’m not.
My attitude – in keeping with the fact that I’m low-risk and generally healthy – is usually that so long as someone with a medical degree is present, I’m probably fine…but when I think about the idea of meeting a brand-new doctor in a brand-new city and heading to a brand-new hospital to give birth to my child with brand-new health insurance (our Yale health insurance doesn’t let me deliver anywhere but Yale, so we have to buy private insurance for me) that may or may not slam me with huge fees for completely unforeseen things that for whatever reason are not covered (because insurance companies are not huge fans of telling you what, exactly, plans cover, which is basically the most frustrating thing in the entire world when you are trying to figure out how to GIVE BIRTH and just need to know if that copay that they cited COVERS AN EPIDURAL BECAUSE AN EPIDURAL IS NON-OPTIONAL)…it freaks me out.
Can you tell I’m a little freaked out?
It feels like the whole situation is such a huge pile of unknowns, and this particular unknown is the one that’s just a little bit too much.
And so I’ve decided that it’s worth it to me to go for the fancy platinum health plan that costs more (a PPO versus an HMO), and that gives me more flexibility, basically letting me change my mind if I start with one provider and end up wanting to go to someone different. It’s not a decision I’d ordinarily make – spending more just to make myself “feel better” – but in this case…it feels right. Like a present I’m giving to my head, if that makes sense.
Moving on to less stressful topics, because I need to not be stressed for one second this week: let’s talk about clothing. Clothing is non-stressful.
I have three or four pairs of pants like these – that loose, cropped, pajama-y silhouette – sitting in my closet because I always like them in theory…but for whatever reason (possibly the dwindling size of my wardrobe?) it took being pregnant to make me actually want to wear them. They feel like a nice way to get the comfort level of shorts with a (slightly) more dressed-up vibe (paired with a blouse and heels, they’d totally work for a meeting in the city).
I want to wear them all the time.
The only issue: most of the loose pants I own are high-waisted, with a button closure, and obviously that’s not happening at this particular moment. These are my go-tos right now both because I love the faded color, light fabric and slouchy fit…and because they have an elastic waist (whee). Paired with a loose tank (from the dance studio that my mom goes to in NYC) I basically just feel like I’m wearing pajamas, and anything that feels like wearing pajamas is something I want to wear.
On Me: Alvin Ailey tank; Old Navy linen-blend cropped pants; Alice & Olivia heels (similar); J. Crew Edie purse (no longer available, but the Sophie is almost identical); Hat Attack fedora; vintage necklace; earrings ℅ Samantha Wills; Sunday Somewhere sunglasses.
