I have to say I LOVED being pregnant. Ate anything I wanted and was never sick. Loved the attention and smiling old ladies and tummy pats. If it weren't for the whole labor and delivery thing, and the next 20 some years part, it was all good.

I have an intake appointment on Monday at 11 am. If they accept me I'll start Tuesday at 9. It's a three hour program. I told Mom she's going to come up for part of this, there's a chance it will be 3 days a week or 5 days week not sure how long it will last. I probably should have asked that but I was just glad to get the appointment and I was half awake. I need to get up earlier if I'm going to be some place at 9 am.

Also Mom is coming up but she has to figure out when.

Anyway, when any people suggested she ever get pregnant again she growled that only by divine intervention.

I'm fairly certain we're done after this. I can't imagine going through all this and dealing with a toddler. Plus, we're old.

Diabetic counselor cancelled my appointment for tomorrow because there was a death in the family, and apparently she is the only counselor they have. So, no new appointment for 2 weeks. I have a call into my doctor's office so that I can at least go over my current numbers with someone. Part of me is relieved because it was going to be a very tight squeeze to get from one appointment to the other at completely different hospital.

askye, best of luck, and I'm glad your mom will be there to support you.

I need to get up earlier if I'm going to be some place at 9 am.

One of the advantages (disadvantages?) of all the blood sugar testing is that I have to get up at a specific time every day. Of course, that doesn't mean I have actually slept the night before.

I realized last night that a lot of my crankiness is because I'm feeling very guilty about the fact that I'm hating being pregnant considering how long and how much work it took to get pregnant.

You want a BABY; nobody wants nausea and gestational diabetes!

Can't put it better than Zenkitty did.

Laura, my love, am hoping for you that son gets a damn clue. Would he be willing to talk to someone? Is that even an option?

My brother worked rehab and substance abuse stuff for decades. He didn't get credentialed when he moved to Florida because he had had enough in NY. My plan is to have them spend a lot of time together. Son is convinced he has it all under control and has no issues. Bro may have a better chance than me to get through to him.

I hope he can, Laura.

I swear the nurse has a camera set up at my house so she can call as soon as I start to fall asleep.

Laura if he had it all under control he wouldn't show up on your doorstep. I know you know that, but damn hardheaded child.

He has been delusional about his abilities for a long time. I think it goes back to me telling him all his life he can do anything. (mostly kidding)