I have no idea how women got through pregnancy without the internet. Every day I'm looking up whatever oddity arrives. Fortunately, everything I've looked up has ended with “Yes, that's OK when yer pregnant” but still. If I didn't have my friend Mr. Google to run to, I would be a total wreck.

I have no idea how my mother did this. (Seriously, the category of “stuff it's OK to find in your underwear” is growing by leaps, bounds and colors this week. uug.)

I have a feeling that the next 28 hours are just going to CRAWL. I'm trying not to get anxious, but it's not working. I tried to explain it to Paul last night – that I almost wish I had morning sickness. Just for that reassurance that everything is progressing as it should. Because right now, I could just about explain away all the pregnancy symptoms with other medical crap. (Missed period? what else is new?…. peeing way more often? High blood sugars….. sore boobs? Actually, they're not as sore as they were….)

But other than those three main symptoms, I wouldn't think anything was going on. And that's unsettling to me. So I'm really wanting more confirmation tomorrow. I don't have some big impending sense of doom or anything – I just don't really have a sense of *anything*.

2:00 tomorrow afternoon CANNOT come soon enough.

I'm feeling pretty good all things considered. I get tired more easily, but I'm not exhausted all the time. I get hungry really quick, and if I don't eat really soon after that I get pretty nauseous. Other that that and brushing my teeth in the morning, I don't have much nausea. My boobs still hurt, but not as bad as they did. Seatbelts still suck tho. I bought three new sports bras this week and they've been wonderful.

I've got lots of random pulls and twinges in the nether regions. And a fair amount of gas pain. But my books say that pains that last less than four hours are normal, and lots of pulls and twinges are normal now too. My books have been reassuring already.

The insulin thing is going OK too, I guess. This week was hard with all the pies and stuffing and potatoes and whatnot. I'm trying to be good (moderate) and I think I'm doing an OK job. I'm taking my sugar at least three times a day and taking my insulin twice a day like scheduled. The blood pressure cuff I ordered should be here this week, so I'll start taking my blood pressure daily too.

On Wednesday I'll be wanting to talk to Dr. Schwartz about a lot of things:

1) What (if anything) can I use for a shampoo to help my psoriasis? My scalp is getting really bad already.
2) I'll be turning in my first page of blood glucose readings for review.
3) I'm going to ask if they can adjust my insulin prescription. My current prescription is 1.5 vials a month and my insurance won't let me have the 2nd vial because it would be more than 30 days' worth of insulin. (Yes, it's very stupid and I plan on calling them tomorrow.)

So, I think I've survived Thanksgiving. My thoughts are turning firmly to Christmas now. I'm really hoping that Paul and I can get the new Christmas Tree up on Wednesday after the ultrasound appointment. (which, btw CANNOT get here fast enough for either of us!)

I'm not really thinking of this year as “baby's first Christmas” but the novelty of it is there for me. Part of me thinks that's ridiculous, part of me doesn't care.

But OMG, how cute will it be to have a 6 month old at Christmas next year? Can you say adorable baby outfits? I might even attempt that stupid baby-in-the-stocking thing.

I woke up sweating, thirsty and with a mighty need to pee.

I'm finding it interesting as I drink cold watered-down tea that I'm strongly considering throwing up. I haven't thrown up yet. But maybe drinking too much, too fast in the middle of the night will do it?

Hope not. I'd like to be one of those annoying people who never actually throws up.