Well frack. Frack frack frack frack frack!
I took the glucose tolerance test at the ob/gyn and I failed miserably. Which means next tuesday I have to go back for a 3 hour glucose tolerance test. Oh, what fun; I may have gestational diabetes. Which means the party is over; I must control my diet now. Bah!

I was pleasantly surprised when I got home today: Jon and our friend Jeff not only cleaned out the baby's room, they set it up! Crib, chest of drawers, everything! Dang, guys; I'm so verklempt right now *sniff*! Jon flew to Atlanta to pick something up so I can't slobber all over him until he gets home later.

I have been having vivid dreams now for a while during the pregnancy; some have been hyper-wierd but none pornographic. Many are based around the last thing I watched on TV before going to bed, which means I had Battlestar Galactica dreams Sunday night and 24 dreams Monday night. Fortunately (or unfortunately, if that's what floats your boat) the 24 stuff did NOT involve Jack Bauer tying me up and shooting me in the thigh or torturing me with electric current and demanding to know where the terrorists are.

Saaaaaaay.... maybe I ought to have a Band of Brothers marathon!