One of the pregnant mice is being a freak near my desk -- jumping straight up in the tank and climbing upside down on the screen. I don't blame her one bit. If I could jump up on to my ceiling and crawl around there for a while I would!
Several of you have asked about pregnant pictures of me. I promise I'll get to it this weekend when we go out to the museum for my birthday. Apart from trying out the new Pentax, I know I'll be really sad later if I never get around to taking real, non-digital photos of myself.
Earlier this month when I was at 19 weeks, one of the relatives asked if I was showing "a little pot" yet or not so for a joke we e-mailed him a papa pot, an mama pot, and a baby pot. Cletus-the-fetus is 12 weeks old in the ultrasound. Pot Pix
I got a card from Lara yesterday which was nice. She's talking about TTC as soon as Dean settles into post-doc life.
I called the OB's office to see what came of that messed up 3 HR GTT and the hemoglobin A1C. I assumed since nobody called me back it was fine but Paul wanted to know so I rang them up. Now I'm waiting to hear back...