Went to see my Dr. yesterday for my baby boy, and got the wonderful pleasure of having to do the glucose testing thing. The fruit punch they give you tastes a lot like flat Shasta Tiki Punch. But I'll only hear back from them if there's something wrong. They took 3 vials of blood: 1 for the blood sugar thing (aka gestational diabetes test), 1 for the anemia test (which I already know I am) and one for something else I can't remember. Then I get to go back this coming Monday for the fabulous RhoGam shot since I'm A- and he's O+ blood types. Yay. (Note the sarcasm here.)

According the my Dr., I'm a little over 26 weeks along now, my uterus is 26cm long (which is where it's supposed to be), and I weigh a whopping 150lbs. That means I've gained about a pound a week since I got pregnant. At least I know in advance that I won't be keeping the weight on. I tried last year to gain a few pounds, maybe to be about 130 or so, and succeeded in gaining a whole 5, which was gone again inside 2 weeks. I suppose it'll be beneficial later in life. Just like my oily hair and skin. Oh well.

Anyway, sorry I haven't been doing a lot of writing or anything for a while now. I actually haven't been doing much of anything aside from work, sleep, and watch TV. My ferrets tend to fall asleep on me when I'm laying on the couch, and Nibbler tried to nurse on me yesterday evening. That was really strange; she licked the nipple first, then latched on gently with all 4 fangs and tried to get some milk. Unfortunately for her, there's no milk yet. She'll have to wait another couple of months. But I will get back to writing some time later. For right now, I'm going to go raid the fridge and see what's good on TV tonight.

Until next time...