I know that I'm behind the curve on this whole Nick and Jessica show thing, but Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick, I'm watching the first episode, it's about four minutes in, and already I want to punch Jessica Simpson in the face. The "is this chicken or fish?" tuna thing, the "I'm not used to this upkeep" thing, the throwing the dirty clothes over the railing into the foyer thing...

The sad thing is that Nick Lachey actually seems like a nice and responsible guy. I give the marriage, oh, about fourteen months.

And in other sports news, the NHL Hall of Fame has been keeping a Stanley Cup journal, following the Cup and the New Jersey Devils around the world this summer. It's got a lot of interesting information, and some hilarious photos.

It appears that Oleg Tverdovsky, who had a rough season with the Devils last year after a head injury, will be heading back to Russia to play.

While I'm sitting here waiting for my room service dinner to arrive, I guess I could stop being such a slacker and update.

I'm still in Vegas, and it's been, overall, a good week. It's been a lot more work, and a lot more walking (this hotel property is 115 acres, and I feel like I've walked most of it this week) than I had anticipated. I did get some good face time with the boss and with the field force and sales management, and really felt like I was appreciated.

I headed to the spa this afternoon after the meeting finished, and had a terrific massage and facial. I'm packed up now, ready to head out first thing in the morning, and I am so happy to be going home tomorrow to see my sweet husband. A week is a long time to be away when you're eight months pregnant.

Oops, there's the door. More later.

Man, things are crazy around here. I can't believe it's Thursday already. Work is nuts, and with my needing to go to bed at about 10 pm every night, I feel like I'm not getting anything done at all.

I was supposed to be heading to Las Vegas on Monday morning for the National Sales Meeting, but events have conspired to require my presence there on Sunday afternoon, so I'm flying out on Saturday afternoon instead. This totally blows my intended cleaning/laundry/packing/pedicure weekend, and means that I have to cram everything into tomorrow afternoon and Saturday morning to make it to Vegas on time.

One bright spot: The spa at the hotel where everything is taking place has prenatal massage. You can bet that I'll be booking one of those the minute I hit the hotel Saturday night. It actually should be a nice week -- fairly light workload and lots of food and schmoozing. The meeting ends on Thursday around noon, but I'm not flying back until Friday, which gives me some additional time to rest. The bonus is that basically everyone in the company will BE at this meeting, so no one will be hounding me for work. Also, three day weekend when I get back. Woo!

I can't believe time is flying by so fast. We start our childbirth classes a week from next Wednesday, and the crib and changing table/dresser should be arriving around that time as well. Only nine more weeks to go!

I would give my eyeteeth to be able to go to this show.

And from the "Does the world really need this?" file, it appears that there will be a musical based on "I Dream of Jeannie." . Oh, the humanity.

I received an email from Old Navy this morning letting me know that my last order had shipped.

This is fine, except that I received that order LAST THURSDAY.

The family of a brain-damaged boy who received methadone instead of generic Ritalin from a Walgreens pharmacy has sued the drugstore chain for millions. A mistrial was declared Friday after a store pharmacist stated that a prescription that Walgreens said proved it could account for all the methadone in its Espanola store was forged.

The boy allegedly suffered strokes and permanent brain damage after taking the methadone.

Lawyers for the boy's family gave affidavits to the court stating that they had been prepared to award the family of more than $350 million in damages.

I'm still alive. We spent a very busy weekend buying and building furniture, putting away stuff that had been in boxes since we moved into the house, and doing loads and loads of laundry.

I had a doctor's appointment this morning, and everything is right on schedule. BP was low, no protein or sugar in the urine, and I didn't gain any weight in the last three weeks. Fudgette is measuring right on schedule, and now I start going for appointments every two weeks. I also got my permission slip to go to Vegas next week. Baby needs a new pair of shoes!

Powers Phillips has updated its website. It's still really funny.

Well, THAT was certainly interesting.

We're all sitting in our little offices in Parsippany yesterday, when at about 4:15, we have a major dip in power. Everything shut off for a few seconds, then came back up, and we really didn't think much of it. Car accident, maybe, or brownout because it was really freaking hot.

Then my admin calls me and says, "Go look at cnn.com."

Well, isn't that a fine how-do-you do!

Ultimately, Dave and I weren't really affected. Traffic was a little snarly on my ride home, because some traffic lights were out, but once I got home, the only evidence of the blackout was the fact that we didn't have cable. Ho hum. I was a bit peeved to miss The Amazing Race, but what can you do? At least I had air conditioning.

Apparently, though, we live in a very tiny part of Montclair which actually maintained power. Dave went out to get dinner for me, blithely assuming that the whole town was fine, and ended up on an hourlong odyssey of dark and closed streets. The main problem seemed to be that the train crossing gates weren't working, so NJ Transit decided to leave them down indefinitely, resulting in a traffic nightmare. Luckily, he got home safely with my food. *laugh*

This morning's traffic was very light, probably owing to the fact that Governor McGreevey was all over the radio and TV urging people to take the day off and go to the shore. I'm hoping to split out of here around noon, and get some rearranging done at home. The crib and dresser should be arriving soon, and we need to clear out my office, which will soon be the baby's room.

I'm honestly looking forward to a weekend where we have no plans. I need some downtime; it's been a really rough week at the office.

I'm totally craving Chik Fil A, but there isn't one for miles and miles and miles. Maybe I'll have to just go back to Maggie Moo's instead. They now have *cake batter* flavored ice cream.

The new commissioner of the Food and Drug Administration, Mark McClellan, stated Friday that the agency is getting tougher on false advertising claims. One of his priorities is increased scrutiny of advertising for drugs, dietary supplements, and other regulated products.

Rest in peace, Herb. Hockey fans will miss you. I'll never forget that 1980 game.

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And I thought that *I* was a big baby. This kid's got four pounds on my birth weight!

OK, at long last, here is the story:

The crux of the matter is that I do not have gestational diabetes. All but one of my levels were well below the cutoff, but since the last level taken was slightly elevated (and I do mean slightly, like mine was 146 and it's supposed to be less than 145), and because I initially had such a high reading on the one-hour test, I'm going to go back to the lab in four weeks and have a fasting and post-prandial level drawn, just to be on the safe side. Wow, that was a long sentence.

Anyway, I'll be 34 weeks at that point, so if I have to restrict my diet then for 4-6 weeks, I think I could definitely handle it. I'm planning to be careful with my sugar consumption for the rest of my pregnancy as well, just to be on the safe side.

Thanks to all of you who have put up with my whining, complaining and crying for the last two weeks. Your support has meant the world to me.

News flash: My OB's office cannot find my chart. Hence, they are unable to give me my test results.

Further bulletins as events warrant.

OK, I'm just going to take a deep breath before I relate this story:

My OB's office generally doesn't call if test results are OK. However, because I was so nervous about the GTT, I affirmatively called this morning and left a message, and was told that someone would absolutely call me back by the end of business hours. At 3 pm, I called back, since I hadn't heard anything. I was shocked to hear the answering service pick up.

THE OFFICE CLOSED EARLY FOR THE WEEKEND.

Now, if I were an optimistic person, I would go ahead and believe that they didn't call me because there was nothing abnormal in my test results and that the call could wait until Monday.

However, since I am the Princess of Darkness, I will worry obsessively about this all weekend.

First remedy? French fries. Second? Hair dye that might or might not be acceptable at the office.

I still haven't heard back from the doctor, even though I left a message.

My solution? Get a sassy new haircut. I love it!

No word yet from the doctor. To say that I am anxious would be an absolute understatement.

I have only this to say about tonight's episode of The Amazing Race: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Well, it sure seems that I've abandoned talking about anything besides myself and the pregnancy now, doesn't it? I guess you can all tell what's been weighing the most on my mind as I careen toward the October 22 due date.

I had the three-hour glucose tolerance test yesterday morning, and it was about as unpleasant as I expected it to be. I fasted from six pm Tuesday night, and arrived at the lab at 7:30 am sharp, only to find a long line of people in front of me. I finally got into the exam room at around 8:15, and had my fasting level drawn. I was extremely surprised that the phlebotomist didn't put a hep lock in, considering how many times I was going to have to have blood drawn, but whatever. Then I got the absolutely disgusting lemon-lime drink containing 100g of sugar, which made me nauseated almost right away.

I had been under the impression that I would be able to at least go outside and walk around, if not walk the two blocks to my house in between blood draws, so I was very disappointed to hear that "policy" dictated that I needed to stay in the waiting room for the entire test. Annoying, to say the least. Anyway, I had one book with me, and Dave dropped off another after I called and let him know that I wasn't allowed to leave the lab, so at least I had something to occupy my time.

In all, I had four blood draws from the left arm and two from the right, one of which was where the phlebotomist got the needle in and immediately collapsed the vein. Super. Anyway, by 11:30, when the last sample was drawn, I was nauseated, dizzy, and starving. I stopped to get a sandwich and a Coke, and went home to eat and rest for a bit.

I did end up coming in to work at 1:30, but the meeting that I had planned on attending at 4 was suddenly shifted to my new boss. That's a whole other story in and of itself, which I really don't want to get into here.

I'm waiting for the test results now, but I'm still extremely pessimistic about the whole thing. I guess we'll see.

Whenever I'm feeling sad or upset lately, I just go and look at this little face. Could she BE any cuter?

I just finished eating my dinner, because I have the SFGTT ("Stupid Fucking Glucose Tolerance Test" tomorrow morning starting at 7:30 am, and I was advised not to eat anything for 12 hours beforehand. I also should drink some water, since I can't have any of that after midnight. Ugh. I can't seem to concentrate on anything at all, but I am being stupendously productive at work nonetheless. I think that this is because I fear that if I am diagnosed with gestational diabetes, it's going to entail some time out of the office, and I don't want my bosses to think that I'm a slacker.

At least I have Queer Eye for the Straight Guy to comfort me tonight. Keep your fingers crossed that I don't pass out or throw up when they give me the 100g of sugar beverage tomorrow, please?

I don't have any words to describe how I feel about this story. Granted, the details on the child's alleged illness are a little light, but even so, why in God's name would you slash the throat of your own child????

I am so anxious and worried and nervous and scared, and if I don't get some good sleep soon, I'm going to snap.

I think I have a little crush on the lead guy on MI-5, which is now running on A&E. Granted, the second episode, which aired this week, was truly disturbing (an agent first had her hand and then her FACE submerged in a vat of boiling oil before being shot), but I really like the show so far. Like I don't watch enough TV as it is...

I sucked it up and went to prenatal yoga, and it was great. I have to relearn not to point my toes out all the time (that's what 13 years of ballet training at a young age will do to you!), but other than that, I got a great workout and feel much better.

Dave and I are heading up to the Palisades Center Mall (believe it or not, I don't think they have a website!) to see The Matrix Reloaded at the IMAX theater there, and then maybe get some dinner. Yay, date with my cute husband!

I was planning on getting up early today and heading over to the Montclair Farmer's Market, but I guess my body had other ideas, as I slept until 9 am. I can't remember the last time that happened, especially because I had a nap yesterday.

Anyway, I'm trying to get motivated to go over to the prenatal yoga class that my doula recommended, which starts at 10:30. I don't know why I'm always so nervous about trying new things or meeting new people. I know that it's a good idea, both for the exercise and for the social aspect, but I just can't seem to get excited about it.

Then, when I get home, we need to declutter. The "nursery" is still filled with my office stuff, and it's beginning to make me nutty. I know that I have 10-12 weeks yet, but the crib will be here in four, and I want to have everything ready to set up by then.

I think that Fudgette is either doing a floor exercise routine, or is building a very detailed skyscraper. She's been dancing around all day today.

Oh, and I want my mommy.

I am still just miserable and cannot seem to get it together. What is wrong with me?