I’m really happy about our new blog. Paul and I put it together this evening and I brought over all my hidden posts from LiveJournal. We’ll eventually (soon) bring all the old content from our original (as opposed to extra crispy) P&S website. But for now I can write where everyone (friends and family) can see, as long as they know where to look. (We’re practicing security through obscurity for a little bit until the Christmas cards go out.)

I’m exited that Paul will be writing too. I was honestly a little surprised when he said he wanted to contribute, but I’m really thrilled that he is. He’s such a great writer, and I’d love to see his side of things on all this craziness.

I’m feeling pretty good. The exhaustion is near constant though. I feel like I’m walking through knee-deep water all the time. But I keep plodding on, and take breaks when I can. I would give just about anything though, for a nap around 2:30 every day. I’m still getting amazingly hungry at the flip of a switch, but I’m getting better about keeping healthy snacks around. (OMG, I’m in love with the clementine oranges in the stores now!)

I e-mailed back and forth last week with Dr. Schwartz about my blood sugars and the herbal teas I like to drink. It was really cool to have this kind of interaction with my doctor. He upped my insulin again, and gave me tea-by-tea instructions on how much I can have. (Note to self: stock up on Roobios blends, no more Mate for you!) I’m posting my blood sugars to a simple website I built, so he can just check the link whenever and e-mail me to up my insulin (again.) We’ll get it right eventually. And maybe, just maybe by the end of all of this I can get the pharmacy and my insurance to agree on what my co-pays should be and how many vials of insulin I can have at a time. (Seriously, it shouldn’t be this hard.)

My next appointment is on Wednesday morning at 8:30. I tried scheduling it first thing so that Paul could come with me. Yeah. Wednesday is the one day next week he’s working 8-4. All the other days he’s working 12-8. I can’t win. Ah well, it’s OK. It’s not like I can’t go by myself. I’m going straight into work from the appointment anyway. I’m hoping they’ll be able to get a decent picture on Wednesday though. I’m planning on telling my office at our company Christmas potluck on Wednesday afternoon, and I’d like some photographic evidence.

I don't consider myself particularly patriotic… so I'm gonna say it's pregnancy-related that I'm crying for the umpteenth time while watching presidential shows on the History Channel. I just started crying again watching our President being welcomed by julibant hordes at an airport in Tanzania.

Hey, at least it's not a Hallmark commercial. I'm pretty sure if I turned on the Lifetime Movie Network I'd just never stop crying.

I slept in SO LATE this morning. I woke up around 7:30, and then catnapped until 11:30. But I feel pretty good right now, so I'm not too bothered about sleeping away half the day. (I am glad I got two batches of fudge made last night though.)

All during my catnaps though, my dreams had a central theme: ice cream. Paul and I got up (it was really nice to have him there in bed with me – he was programming an IRC bounce while I slept) and he was wrastling with the dog, calling her a corndog. We looked at each other and both said “oooooooooh. corndogs.” So Paul is on his way to Weinerschnitzel for corndogs and an ice cream for me.

It's nice that he's playing the part of the doting husband. I can tell he's happy and totally on board these days and it's really great. I never pictured what our life during pregnancy would be like – mostly because I tried not to think about it at all after the first two years. But this is turning out pretty well.

(Now if the stupid santa hat stickers would just GET HERE we could send out our awesome Christmas Cards and tell the world!)