Week...er... Twenty-Seven...

Time flies when it's December. The Nubby had her first (and last) Christmas in utero and she thought it was just grand. She especially liked all the tasty and sugar-laden foods that I consumed solely for her enjoyment. Yep, all for her.

In the lapse between this post and the last we have visited the doctor, but it was another quick in and out deal. We heard her little heartbeat, which seems to have settled itself for now in the 160s (bpm), and were on our way again. My next visit sounds like it's going to be the longest one yet because I have to take a Glucose Challenge Test to test for signs of gestational diabetes. This involves drinking an incredibly sugary drink and then waiting for an hour to have my blood tested to see how my body handles it. Only something like 5% of all pregnant women get this type of diabetes but I'm still so nervous about this particular test. Maybe because the results have been in my hands all along - unlike most other tests - and I'm scared I haven't done right by my baby. As of next Tuesday we'll know.

As for the Nubby, well she's got her own thing going on. This week she has been incredibly active during the day, distracting me from my work by squirming around all cute like. Though I'm not longer amazed at having a baby inside me I am still rather amazed that I can have a being the size of an eggplant in my body and I can only tell it's there when it's moving. You would think if there was a little two pound critter in you with limbs and bones and whatnot, you'd be able to feel its shape against your kidneys and it's wriggly little toes on your spleen all the time. Not so. Not yet anyway.

And though we've yet to meet this little girl or see more of her than a smudgy blotch on the ultrasound, her funny little habits have already earned her a personality in the eyes of her dad and I. She's a bossy little contrarian who demands to be fed but refuses to submit to our whims. She will happily pound away at the walls of my belly until her dad puts his hand there and she will immediately stop, no matter how much we plead for just one more cute little kick. I tell him he must have hands of amazing comforting abilities and that this will come in super handy when she is actually here and in a fuss. But if she truly is a contrary little booger like we suspect, then that probably won't be the case either.

PS - You see that shirt down there in the last post? I got it for Christmas from my sis. It's funny and I dig it.