Pre-baby blues

First off - an update on the lovely "surprise" shower given by my mother in law. And yes, I acted surprised, don't worry. I was, a bit. It really was wonderful - and my mom called halfway through and I couldn't stop crying. Funny how even at the age of 39 you still want your mom around for stuff like that. Most of John's family was there, along with some dear girlfriends - so small and lovely. I feel very lucky and blessed by this universe.

We got lots of clothing and lotions and potions and stuff for the room itself and a couple of gift cards. MIL bought us a changing table which we returned because it doesn't go with the crib - but I'm keeping my eyes open for something similar. Today I went out and bought a Graco Snugride of the Kentshire variety as a car infant seat - the Target cards came in very handy! It was a wonderful day, and I am very grateful for having so much love in my life. John's family has been very good to me. I won't get into the crazy sister in law thing. Be thankful.

Today I'm in a funky and weird kind of mood. All I can say is "thank heaven the house is quiet, the turdteen is at school and I'm all alone.

There is so much I want to do to the baby's room and I can't. It sucks. I feel like I'm treading water right now and I don't like it much.

As a diversion, I've decided to make a list of "Stupid Things Patients Ask Us". Now I know we've all been told that there's no such thing as a stupid question, but friends - really, we all know there is. Oh yes, there are many MANY stupid questions and comments and I would swear that a large percentage of them are directed at your friendly neighbourhood nurse.

Now just to elucidate (yeah, I had to look that up too), I work in an endoscopy clinic. We do colonoscopies and upper endoscopies, where we look into patient's stomachs through their mouth. Patients get detailed instructions on preparing for their procedures from their doctors, including drinking clear liquids only (with a list of what they can have) and taking certain medications to clean themselves out and the need for someone to drive them home, as they'll have been sedated. They also get a detailed map of our location, as we serve three different gastro-intestinal specialist's practices - we are a semi-independent facility.

Because of a high stupidity factorgood customer service relations, we call them ahead of time and go over the basics with them. And still, the dumb questions continue. Let me mention that I have a soft spot for the elderly - they often don't understand the way things are done in modern medicine, in my experience - so these are not comments made by elderly people. Without further ado, here is my list of "Stupid Things People Ask or Say".

1)Is Cool-Whip a clear liquid? (hmmmm. solid. And opaque. I can see how you might think that ...)

2) Can I use toothpaste? (Do you EAT toothpaste??? If not, please do, Sir. We don't want to deal with your morning breath).

3)Is *my* doctor doing the procedure? (Did you schedule it with *your* doctor?)

4)I spoke to my lawyer and he said you don't have any right to ask me for my insurance card and picture ID! (Please find another lawyer, Ma'am)

5)Can I also get a Pap smear while you're doing this? (Said by a patient having an upper endoscopy).

6)Why do you need a list of my medications? (Ummm ...)

7)You can't force me to have someone drive me home!! I'll be able to drive! (Sir, if you really want to be disagreeable about this, please book your procedure somewhere else. This is the center's policy and yelling at ME isn't going to change a thing. If you really can't understand why you need someone to drive you home, I bet you drink and drive, too. Now please leave me alone. Thank you.)

8)My wife has no pulse!!! (Said by the obnoxious husband - also a surgeon (!!!) -of a patient. Meanwhile, said wife was sitting up in bed, talking to me.)Be very careful of general surgeons in the DC area. I'm just sayin'.

9)Can I eat applesauce?
"No Ma'am, it's not a clear liquid".
"But it says here that I can have apple juice."
"Yes Ma'am, apple juice is a clear liquid".
"But I can't have applesauce??"
"No Ma'am, applesauce is neither clear, nor a liquid".

10) "Can I eat grapes?"
"No Ma'am, grapes are not a clear liquid."
"But it says I can have white grape juice."
"Yes Ma'am, white grape juice is a clear liquid. Just like apple juice."
Silence. (one guess if that was the same patient as #9).

11) "Ma'am?"
"Yes? "
"The same thing goes for white cranberry juice and cranberries."
"Oh. I was going to ask."

12)If I have an upper endoscopy and a colonoscopy, do the tubes (scopes) meet in the middle? (Only if you don't have 30 feet or so of small intestine, Sir)

13)"Have you ever had a heart attack, Sir?"
"No, but I had an Xray of my heart and it showed a large tube or something"
"Can you tell me a little about this tube?"
"No"
"Do you have a cardiologist or heart doctor, Sir?"
"Yes"
"Do you know his name?"
"No"
(Turned out that the patient had an aortic aneurysm. Ooops)

I could go on but I won't. I thought this would be funnier than it is - upon re-reading it, it's pretty sad.

Yeah, pre-baby blues.

Not so impressed

So maybe I'm paranoid - shut up, I can hear you snickering at the "maybe" - but shouldn't a doctor seeing a relatively high-risk patient have the WHOLE chart in front of her on an OB visit?

Let me back up just a tad and say that I saw one of the OBs in the practice on Thursday morning, one I hadn't met before. She seemed fairly competent - it was hard to say because of the following:

1) When I mentioned my blood sugars to her, she said "Oh, do you have gestational diabetes? It's not in your chart."
2) When she asked me about contractions and problems and I answered "not since my visit to the hospital with PTL" she said - Oh, that's not in your chart"
3) She then asked me if I had ever had my amniocentesis results (!!!) and when I answered in the affirmative, she asked me what I was having - it wasn't in the chart.

She measured me and said I was bang on 30-31 weeks, so she saw no need for an ultrasound. I told her that I indeed wanted an ultrasound to see the size of the baby - "well" she said, "I guess we could do that in two weeks time on your next visit. We could code it for GD ... and I guess we could use AMA too (advanced maternal age)". I didn't tell her that I didn't give a shit how she coded it - I want to know how big this boy is and I have that right considering I have a GD diagnosis. She then told me she couldn't really tell which way the baby was lying from doing Leopold maneuvers. Hmmm. While His Highness is indeed a squirmy worm and I am sure from moment to moment that his toes are alternately in my cootch and then my ribs, I thought an experienced OB would be ...well ... more capable.

All in all, I wasn't very happy when I left - I did get scheduled for an ultrasound during my next visit in 2 weeks and I will be going to the Rockville office again, a 40 minute drive from here. *sigh*.

And that, I think, is the root of the problem. Because they are so short-staffed (2 OBs have left recently because of malpractice insurance costs) I can't get scheduled in the Frederick office - so they keep shunting me and my chart from office to office. But that still doesn't justify the pathetic lack of charting or the omissions thereof.

I called the office manager the next day and politely told her that what I had encountered the previous day was unacceptable. I was very nice (I hear you snickering again) but I told her in no uncertain terms that as a high-risk patient coming to their practice, I was perturbed at the lack of continuity of care and appropriate charting, and while I understood their staff issues, etc., this was unacceptable.

She completely agreed with me, which was good - she also told me that they are soon switching to electronic charting which would eliminate the problem. She will "definitely look into this". I left it there but I'll tell you, I'm not feeling the love. And this late in the game, it doesn't inspire me with confidence. I'm just not sure where I go from here.

Updated to add Just had my visit from the home healthcare RN who let me listen to the baby's heartbeat. I am in a very mellow mood now. Oh, and we're going to my mother-in-law's for what my husband stammeringly called "dinner". I'm thinking "baby shower". How exciting!!!

My first day as a gestational diabetes patient

The diabetic educator was over here on Sunday. Who would've thought that they'd send someone on a Sunday here in church-land? I was pleased. She did her best to explain everything but it's still rather overwhelming.

I don't mind the portioning so much as I do the lack of freedom to eat when I want. I graze pretty frequently ... nix that, I used to graze and nibble a lot - now I can't do that until I've checked my sugar - and I'm checking my sugar two hours after every meal. Oh and when I wake up I check my pee for ketones and check a fasting blood sugar. In short, I'm a pincushion. The non-grazing, hungry type.

For those who are following along at home, here's the schedule:
Wake up at Omygodit'searly and dip urine. Shake head at the ketones that appear there. Check fasting blood sugar while bleary-eyed and try not to miss the test strip. Eat "breakfast" which is now limited to only one carb selection, so no milk(carb) and cereal(carb) but half an English muffin with some Canadian bacon and cheddar cheese. Have coffee and put milk and a touch of sugar in it anyway. Go to the bathroom again. Fill up 32 oz water bottle for the trip to work.

Get to work. Go to the bathroom. Check sugar 2 hours after breakfast. Shake head how it's just slightly above the cutoff of 120, at 123. Figure that someone must have added sugar to the cheddar cheese. Drink water. Go to the bathroom again. Call diabetic center and enter readings on computerized system.

Get call back from an RN to discuss my ketones and elevated sugars in an attempt to regulate me better. She wants me to eat a snack before bed. I explain that I work till 6, don't get home till close to 7 and therefore don't eat till around 8 and that staying up till 10 to check my sugar is all I can do in my current state. She hmmms understandingly and advises a snack anyway, or maybe an extra snack in the afternoon. She says no milk and sugar in my coffee. She also tells me to drink lots of water. I stifle my reply.

Eat snack 3 hours after breakfast. This is not easy in a busy nursing area, but my manager has actually been great about it. Of course, the snack is 6 (low sodium)Triscuits (not five. Nor seven. SIX)and 1 oz of cheddar cheese so it doesn't take long. I can hear my arteries groaning. Drink more water. Another bathroom break.

Call husbandly one to inform him that I need to eat dinner earlier. Advise him what is ready for cooking and if he can oblige. He says he will.

Go to the bathroom. Eat lunch around 3 hours after snack. A nice healthy salad with protein - something I normally eat anyway - and a piece of fruit. The Propel water I bought the teenager and of which I snagged one to try is DISGUSTING. So much for that idea. Drink water instead. Go to the bathroom again. Fill up water bottle.

Another bathroom visit. This is getting old. Check sugar two hours after lunch. It's ... 96!!!! YES!!! The crowd goes wild and tells me to drink more water.

Another snack. This time it's my much loved cereal and 1% milk. Nature's Path Honey'd Raisin Bran, folks. I'll drive miles just to find it. You heard it here. Besides, I need the fiber. No need for bathroom just yet.

Go to the bathroom and then drive home. Grumble hungrily about the lack of fruit in my diet. Drink water. Wonder if my bladder will last the drive and thank the gods for the lack of traffic on 270 (for once).

Arrive home. No dinner is being cooked. Try to rush to bathroom and am interrupted mid-flight by Husbandly one who immediately enters kitchen upon my arrival with claim of "I'll cook dinner". I tell him it's not necessary as I'm here NOW ... the issue is eating dinner EARLIER. I tell him in caps, so he gets it. He insists guiltily on doing it anyway. I end up chopping the broccoli anyway as he protests he is unsure what to do. For a man who can figure out woodworking on his own, he sure is helpless. Leave him in kitchen so I can visit the bathroom. Finally.

Eat dinner at 7:30. Jr's friend is eating with us. Jr's chores are not done. I say nothing much. I eat too much protein but am very careful with the carbs. I fill up on veggies, which is fine, I love em. Drink more water. Eat two plums for dessert with the realization that I can!! Wooohoooo!!!! Fruit!!! We watch the Cowboys and Seahawks as I drink my water.

An hour later eat a half popsicle as Diabetic Educator has said anything 10grams of carb or under is a free food. Go to the bathroom. An hour after that, my sugar is 171. OOps. I stare at the watermelon in the refrigerator lovingly.

Call the diabetes hotline. She tells me to drink more water and still eat my evening snack. I dispatch my triscuits and cheese with gusto and drink more water. Go to the bathroom several more times between then and sleep time.

Sleep through the night without ONE bathroom break. I am amazed at that realization when I awake far too early on my day off. Pee. I have ketones again. Go back to sleep.

Wake two hours later and pee again. Ketones, same amount. Check my blood sugar ... it's 96!! Woohoooo!! Go downstairs and fix the other half of the English muffin with Canadian bacon and cheddar. Pour coffee and add a 1/2 tsp of sugar and a dollop of milk.

Realize the teenager has still not done his chores. Shrug and write this.

This just infuriates me

Read about this Navy couple's ordeal at the hands of the US government here. Damn it, it's the Talibanization of America, courtesy of Mr GW Shrub and cronies.

Our reproductive rights are slowly being eroded. Not to mention this government's perturbing drop in sense of obligation towards our military. Oh wait ... I forgot. This is the "family values" government. And the "support our troops" government. Right.

Thank you

I wanted to thank all of you who posted on the "why we are bitter - or not"thread. I really do appreciate your insight, even if I don't always understand. Trust me, when I thought I would never get pregnant - or never have one that would hang around - I hurt and was somewhat bitter too. It's more my lack of understanding of those who go to extremes in their aversion to pregnant women. I just don't get that.

Also, a big thank you to all your posts of support about the gestational diabetes - very very much appreciated. I'm slowly coming around to see that it's not a death sentence or even close. The big box o diabetic stuff arrived yesterday, so the glucometer is in the building, together with assorted pincushion stuff and ketone measuring sticks and a nifty lil urine dip cup. Uh-huh. I got a call from the diabetic educator and she is going to pop by tomorrow around 10am. Wow. An actual visit on a Sunday here in God's country.
I went through the stuff in the big box and I think it's going to be a major change in the way I eat. The more I think about it, the more I realize how dependent I am on bread, fruit and popsicles. I do eat a lot of salads, but lately I've been bad. So, hopefully the diabetic educator will be able to show me the way, the truth and the light. It wouldn't hurt me to eat better anyway.

His Highness was apparently insulted by the lack of concern for his wellbeing as he decided to give me a good scare, starting with a lack of significant movement last night after dinner (we went out for BBQ because our neighbourhood had a complete power loss till 2am) and continuing with a lack of significant movement well into this morning, despite drinking something cold and sweet (sorry, diabetes). At which point I called the OB - it took him a fair while to call me back and by then HH had decided to kick me several times in an "hahahaha, gotcha" kind of way.

The OB reassured me that I had done the right thing by calling - I told him that I had tried lying down, counting movements and all that and that the baby had been sluggish since last night.
I also told him that since I called, he had perked up a bit (of course) which OB was pleased to hear. He told me to ALWAYS call about this kind of thing. He also told me we could do one of two things - either come in to L&D right away, or wait another hour and count movements since the baby seemed to be "waking up". He wanted 5 movements in 30 minutes, 10 in an hour. If we didn't get that, to call him and make our way to L&D.

So, I went and laid down for a while and John cuddled me (that sweet man) and sure enough, His Highness started kicking like crazy and moving around. So, I'm still here. I do have an OB visit this week at which I will insist on an ultrasound check for growth. I want to know how big this youngun is, exactly. I don't think that's an outrageous request at ...*gulp* 30 weeks.

So again - my thanks to all of you for reaching out to me with support and love. I really appreciate each and every one of you.

It's official.

I have gestational diabetes.

I had a message on my voicemail last night from some home healthcare company, telling me my doctor (an OB at the practice, whom I've not yet met) had called to set up a visit with me - I assumed they had the wrong patient. That is until I called said home healthcare company this morning and found out I had failed my 3 hour GD test. I was rather ticked that I had found out that way, but a call to the doctor's office revealed their sheer astonishment that the healthcare company had called me that quickly as the RN had *just* been given the results herself.

Fasting blood glucose was 75, well within normal limits.
Blood glucose one hour post disgusting drink was 185. The range was 65-180, so not a terrible failure.
Blood glucose two hours post aforementioned vile and heartburn-causing beverage was 178. The range was 65-155. Oops.
My blood glucose after 3 hours was 132, or within the 65-140 range.

So, I will not be on insulin. I will be on a controlled diet. It seems that my insurance covers this 100% and I will be sent a glucometer to measure my blood sugar and that either an RN or a dietician will actually come to my home and go over everything with me. I know it will be doable - it's just a bummer and I've been trying really hard not to get too down and depressed about this. It's brought me a step closer to a c-section and I really don't want to go that route, even if it *does* give me an extra 2 weeks of short term disability.

My very sweet husband called me this afternoon to see if I was doing ok, then started telling me of all the risks of GD. It seems that after my rather terse and sad call to him with the news, he decided to get his degree in Google Medicine and spouted off to me in layman's terms all about macrosomy (large babies), shoulder dystocia (a shoulder displacement caused by trying to birth very large babies) and infant hypoglycemia - low blood sugar in the newly born infant, caused by too high levels of insulin as a result of high maternal blood sugars. He is very keen on controlling my sugars and I think he is darned sweet.

There is a decent article here about gestational diabetes, so I'll put it out there. Also here, an excellent overview and criticism. I have to admit, I was skeptical of my own results, but my two hour result does show some insulin resistance.

So, I'll be cutting back on fruit and popsicles which have been my two main squeezes this summer.

And, I'm sitting here trying not to get too depressed and wondering how I'm going to avoid a c-section. *sigh*.

I understand the pain ... it's the bitterness that eludes me

Most of the people who read this blog have come here from the shores of infertility or subfertility. Most of us have experienced difficulty with conception, pregnancy, or carrying to term. Some have had to use various degrees of technology to create what I assume most of us thought we be the simple act of reproduction. Most of us have suffered losses that could shatter your heart. Some of us have chosen to adopt. Some of us have chosen to let the dream fade. And the shades thereof are stunning - so many of us have traveled a path no one else has walked.

Maybe it's the "shades thereof" that makes it seem that there is a continental divide in the infertility blogosphere regarding pregnancy itself - which I don't understand. I don't get the hostility - maybe that's a strong word but it's there so I'm using it - towards pregnant women.

I know how hard this journey has been for me - that's all I truly understand in depth. I don't pretend to understand everyone else's pain but some things strike me as being odd. For example, what's with this supposed aversion to pregnant women rubbing their bellies? Why is that such a big deal? Personally, I deal with Braxton Hicks on a regular basis ... I rub because it feels better. Why are we only supposed to understand the side of the current infertile on this?

What's with the horror at seeing pregnant women at baby stores (or anywhere else, for that matter)of all places? I mean, really. I don't understand the visceral reaction to "seeing" pregnant women. Some of us who have suffered greatly are here now - is our past pain and current worry so much less than other's suffering just because we attained that elusive grail?

I do understand the pain ... the only time I ever felt a need to comment was after listening to a visiting drug rep at work blathering on and on about her pregnancy - and I do mean on and on ... I left the room at one point and came back later and she was still yammering in this oh-so-bright voice...when I had just come back from suffering another miscarriage. It was raw and visceral and I nicely asked her to take her conversation elsewhere. You would have thought I had two heads by the look she gave me but I didn't give a crap. But just seeing her there wouldn't have bothered me- if she had kept her idiotic yap shut.

But the bitterness ... it raises the spectre that no matter how close some are to actually having a child, or bringing one home - that the pain doesn't go away for them. And that saddens me more than I can explain.

There are things I would never do. For example, I would never bring a child to an RE's office unless it was absolutely, unavoidably necessary and I can't see that ever happening. I think that's way too painful for too many people. I would never go to an RE's office and sit in their waiting room in my current condition ... hell no. I never volunteer information about my pregnancy but I will answer questions if asked (and I am asked all the darned time, I deal with patients every day).

I try to be patient - I hear the "how old are you" in people's voices when they inevitably receive the answer to "Is this your first?" - but I also hear the "how exciting!" when I say "yes, it's our first at long last". I dealt with the insensitivity of people who just didn't understand that "relaxing" wasn't going to make this pregnancy happen (even from my own family, which has dealt with stage 4 endo, adoption and other miscellany and still doesn't "get it"). Or the silence from friends and family who didn't know what to say. And on and on ...

The incredible sorrow of being infertile- that I understand completely - it needs no explanation. But the sheer raw bitterness of some out there eludes me, even those for whom solutions and answers are imminent. Do you understand it? Because I would like to understand.

Guess who failed her one hour GD test?

Yours truly.

The cutoff was 139. I scored 149. The RN at the doctor's office asked me if I had been fasting and I told her that I had been. She said "oh, you weren't supposed to". To which I replied "it would have been helpful if someone told me that beforehand".

She apologized but the lab slips for the 3 hour test are on their way. Oy.

So, if I fail that ... no sugar/carbs. And no salt, because of my swelling. I think that leaves me with celery, a piece of chicken and some Mrs Dash.

I am readying myself for the inevitable. I understand I am supposed to load up on carbs for two-three days prior to my test (which will be Tuesday). Last night I had the last of the NY Super Fudge Chunk. This morning I am having a Montreal bagel (my apologies to those who have never experienced that particular glory). I will be buying a large watermelon this weekend and much summer fruit. May it never be said I wouldn't give my body for science.

A day in the life

A quick update before I completely zonk out.

07:30 - visit to the lab for dreaded gestational diabetes testing. Said visit included a disgusting orange drink and another pregnant woman in the waiting room who had two of her ex-utero already obese spawn with her as well, including one who kept throwing herself around the waiting room, desperate for anyone's attention. It was not good.
A brief bout of dizziness post 4 vial(!!!) blood-draw and I had to hang out a while longer. Joy.

09:30 - a return home to get my paperwork upon the realization that I had to go get my next Rhogam shot apres OB visit this afternoon. Then long drive to Rockville while feeling crappy.

10:45 - time of alleged visit to OB.

11:30 - actual time of entry into OB's office. Oh wait. I forgot the weigh-in, where I was informed I had gained SIX pounds since my last visit some 2-3 weeks ago. YIKES! I finally saw the OB - he was very nice as always and clucked concernedly about my trip to L&D. Then he clucked about my weight gain and measured my belly - I am measuring exactly 28 weeks - and the baby's heartrate was 140s again, stellar. My BP was fine ... but I have protein in the urine. And white cells. So, we've sent that off for culture. For those of you playing along at home ... protein in urine and weight gain ... 2 indicators for pre-eclampsia. Fortunately my BP was 110/70 but he sounded a tad concerned. He also told me that I MUST go eat, as I was feeling cruddy, post GD test. I go back in two weeks.

12:15 - visit to Japanese restaurant where I had soup and a small amount of sushi.

13:00 - Drive to nearby hospital for Rhogam shot as insurance won't reimburse the docs to give it in the office anymore. More blood drawn. I wait. And wait. And fall asleep. And wait. And realize my feet are slowly swelling.

14:45 - I am taken aside by the lab tech who tells me that my blood draw post amniocentesis showed that my Rhesus factor (the - or + in your blood) was a weak positive, so they gave the Rhogam. This time, she says, I am showing with a strong positive so I don't need the shot and she spoke to my OB who confirmed this. She offers to call the OBs office so I can speak to them and I do. I speak to the RN first, then the PA (physician's assistant) and relate my story to them regarding my O negative blood and the whole thing that happened in Canada. They then spoke to the OB who ok'd the Rhogam. Go back to sleep on the bench and wait.

15:20 - Finally get Rhogam shot on the "better safe than sorry" premise while people wonder aloud if I'm a mutant.

16:10 - arrive home and realize we are out of cat food. Remind a recalcitrant 16 year old to do his chores. Get back in the vehicle wearily and get cat food and a new catnip toy because my cats are my babies too. Mt feet are officially enormous.

16:40 - Fill cat food dish. Realize stepson is not wearing special Rx glasses. Ask him for whereabouts of said glasses. "I couldn't find them at mom's house". Father did not notice child was not wearing glasses upon picking him up yesterday. Call alleged mother who very snottily claims "he just won't wear his glasses (not that she would make him, or anything), they make him self- conscious. He wants lenses". Glasses were bought one month ago. There will be no lenses in the immediate future.

16:50 - Inform child that there will be no videogame playing as he has no glasses and that TV watching will also be curtailed. Reading will also be a problem.

17:30- Realize that child has left house without finishing chores. His father is now home. I am finishing this as child finally finishes chores and am ready to climb into bed.

17:40 - Realize that my stress level quadruples whenever Jr is in the house. Not good. Going to shut myself in my bedroom and feel sorry for myself. So much for my "day off".

Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zippo.

Nothing. I got nothing, I tell you. And I'm crabby, mostly because of the watermelon.

You see, I replanted one of the watermelon plants long ago when they were still in the sprouting phase because I knew there wouldn't be room for them all. I planted it in the side-garden and watered it faithfully and with love. And finally at long last, one small watermelon took hold. Until today, when John who has been painting the outside of the house, stepped on it.

I will say that he was abjectly sorry - in fact, he came indoors and said "you love me, right? Nothing will ever come between us, right? No matter what I do??" at which point yours truly realized what had happened and actually started to BAWL "Not my watermelon!!!! noooooOOOOOoooo!"

John feels terrible about it. And I am more upset than I should be, most likely.

And I am 28 weeks today and as the girls at work reminded me, I still have 3 months to go. Fuck.

Things I have started and not finished:

Painting the alleged baby's room because I am not sure the blue works for me. It seems too bright somehow.
Finishing the tomato sauce I began yesterday.
Laundry.
Cleaning.
Sleeping.
Kvetching and whining, obviously.

I did have a nice long intellectual post in my mind about the unpalatable political situation in the USA today, complete with a rant about John Roberts, George Bush, *coughcough"intelligentBULLSHITdesign"coughcough* and various other miscellany but they're all gone. I was also going to write about the recliner/rocker that I scored at a garage sale yesterday for ten bucks. But, all that remains is a very crabby, grumpy and upset 7 months pregnant woman who keeps avoiding her gestational diabetes test.

And can't seem to sleep more than 2 hours at a stretch. Oy.

I think I want my mommy.