Chug-A-Lug

So, today was another checkup and I got the honor of drinking a delightfully sugary orange drink in order to test my blood glucose levels. As I opened the bottle (please drink 30 minutes prior to appointments, ladies!), I wrinkled my nose at the thought of drinking cold, carroty-looking syrup. Will it taste like cough medicine? Will it be orange soda without the fizz? No! Much to my enjoyment, it was just like the delicious orange drink we would guzzle on the last day of elementary school with our bags of popcorn and our movies like "That Darn Cat" and the one about the field goal kicking donkey. I chugged it and promptly gave myself a bellyache. Back then, too - this time with no telltale orange mustache.

I am right on track these days...and a weight gain I can deal with - 3 lbs. And remember the snarky nurse? The snot who informed me that she had not gained a single pound? Well, well, well. She has gained considerably in the last 4 weeks. I have to say, my charred, black heart was pleased. I know, it's hateful and wrong, but she made me feel dirty and slovenly the last time! She herself admitted she was having difficulties with her expanding waistline. I did feel her sorrow, but was secretly glad the bad karma had caught up with her. Of course, this probably means that Baby will be a Cyclops or that I will develop the worst stretch marks known to man.
Keep in mind (I'm talking to you, God of Pregnancy), I am not being a wench, I'm just reporting the news as I see fit.

As I have previously reported, Baby is quite a gymnast. I have also decided I might have a contestant for World's Strongest Man/Woman on my hands. A little fist (or foot or head, I suppose) has managed to find a cozy little spot just under my ribs and push as hard as it can. Meanwhile, the rest of its body is kicking in my lower belly. Perhaps it has its arms & legs spread-eagled in order to touch all corners of it's little house at once. I think I can do the same thing in my house, too. Baby is moving constantly. My belly is an indoor jungle gym. When I sit and watch it, it looks like little invisible people are bouncing on top of it...up, down, up, down. Sometimes I even catch it through my clothes! I still have a hard time wrapping my brain around the entire thing.

And another happy note...my first baby shower was Saturday. The lovely ladies from work held a little something for me and I was, shall I say, "showered" with delightful gifts and love. Not to mention an amaretto cheesecake that was to die for. I came home & hubby & I spread everything out on the floor to take another look. Tonight: the crib. Let's see if our marriage can withstand the construction. I'll keep you posted.