1. The DSL outage continues, I am surviving. Of course, one of my projects this week, conveniently enough, was to go wardriving, and in doing so I did find that if I sit in the backseat of my station wagon with the door open, I can get enough signal to check my email and stuff. I say ‘and stuff,’ because I could easily do all that I normally do from that position, but sitting in my parked car, in my driveway, with my iBook, looks weird. If I could get it from the PORCH, or the backyard, that’s less weird. Parked car=weird.

2. I had a moment of total annoyance at the pool yesterday. It’s a new term, so there’s a bunch of new people in the pool class, and I was being friendly since I’m like one of the senior members now.  As much as I make fun of the standard conversations of pregnancy, I tend to follow those rules anyway. You know, Name/Weeks/whatareyouhaving/isityourfirst.  So,I say to the person nearest me "I’m gretchen, 36 weeks, what’s your name?"and she says "Sarah, I’m 31 weeks, are you having your baby in a hospital?"  Dude! OFF-SCRIPT! And I have the greatest respect for homebirthing, I think it’s a FANTASTIC thing for those that want it, I wish it was more readily available for those that want it even though my ideal would probably be a freestanding birth center.  But, hello. Don’t start painting me with your judgy brush in your opening line, which is EXACTLY how I felt. Fuck, we don’t even have a choice of HOSPITALS, let alone a freestanding birth center, and the likelihood that asking any given pregnant woman in my zip code where she’s delivering being anything OTHER than EMMC is like, slim to none. Holy floating soapbox. Our isntructor homebirthed all four of her kids, living in Texas, years ago, so is very cool about anti-establishment birthing practices (although, even she has said that waterbirth is dangerous, which isn’t something I necessarily believe is true…) but, damn. Yeah, I’m delivering at the hospital. And, as this woman went around talking to other people, she said the same thing to others, like her most important criteria for talking to you was that you WEREN’T delivering in a hospital. WTF.  Really bugged me.

3.  After THAT, i had to go straight to the Diabetes Center for another appointment. This one was with an FNP, and was much better than the first two. She actually commented on how well I’ve done with weight gain (15lbs at 36w, yo) and my BP, and she evenhad me get on the table and measured my fundal height to add to my chart. I’ve told the others that I’m measuring fine, etc, but they never CHECKED, they just scolded me about my freakin’ banana intake. JESUS.  She wanted me to test more (i’ve gotten kind of lax about it, when we eat dinner at 9:30, I just don’t want to stay up til 11:30 to test, and now we basically eat dinners that have proven not to jack my carbs), but other than that, was like "you’re doing great!" Well, THANK YOU. NO SHIT.  I really think maybe their perspective is skewed there. In addition to being the Diabetes Center, they are also the office for gastric bypass surgery. (And MRI. I don’tget it either.) The scale I am weighed on is literally a 3×3 platform with handles, that has a ramp, so I guess you could be wheeled on? I just wonder if the wide array of patients they see means they are extra jaded or something. Anyway. I’ms o not concerned. I have found some low-carb products that are barely palatable, but at least have made breakfast doable — a Dannon Low carbyogurt, with frozen blueberriesand grape nuts, + a whole wheat english muffin with Promise spread — and I’ve even found the Breyer’s CarbSmart ice cream bars to be tasty when I’m wanting ice cream.  Although, I cannot WAIT to be able to have a bowl of cereal again.

4. I am so hot. And so tired. YAWN.  I think I could take a nap at anytime, anywhere, if presented the opportunity. I also find that the parking space that seems SOOOOclose in the morning, seems like it moves a mile by the end of the day. The trek to my car is just becoming more and more overwhelming. Ugh.

5. I decided I needed a proper going-home outfit for the baby, and so have spent a few days trying to find one. But, damn, everything in newborn sizes is pink, blue, or ugly. (And most of the pink & blue is ugly too.)  Nothing says "my parents didn’t find out my sex before I was born" like shit with ducks on it, apparently. Anyway, I ended up finding two possible outfits on the Old Navy sale rack, depending on weather, I guess — both long sleeved one pieces, one that looks like a white shirt under quilted off-white overalls, and another that is alternating stripes of cream and tan. No ducks. No trucks. No princess crowns or random bits of text professing the sleepers’ love of ‘mommy.’ It’ll do. If it’s a boy, there’s an outfit I’d use instead, probably — a vivid blue sleeper with green whales on it, that my sister got for us (there’s a matching cap and receiving blanket) — and I’d use the whale outfit on a girl, too, but not for GOINGHOME, which is apparently a big deal. (No, I know that in the big scheme of things it is so NOT a big deal, but now I can sleep at night knowing I’ve procured an Official Outfit.)

Thanks for the suggestions on what to take for myself, as well… I need to try to find some cheap slippers somwhere, because I don’t want my shearling slippers violated by an array of bodily fluids and hospital smells. And maybe a cheap robe, as I don’t have one myself.