No one has been playing our baby guessing game! Only me, Andy, and the person who told me about it have...You know you want to :)

I suppose that no news is good news on the gestational diabetes front. The test was two weeks ago, and no one called me to come back in. I have another appointment on Wednesday (ah, the biweekly appointments have begun), but usually if something's up someone calls. I think this is one of those things they'd have you come in ASAP for.

For instance, I learned that I am a carrier of the cystic fibrosis gene. We found that out shortly before the 11-week ultrasound. When we went in for the ultrasound, poor Andy, the innocent bystander in all this, had to get his blood drawn. Luckily he is not a carrier, so we're off the hook for this child and for any future children.

I haven't had too many cravings this whole time. One could argue I have craved tomato sauce, but that was more like one of the only things I could tolerate from about 8-18 weeks. I have craved my mushroom and pineapple calzones from Mellow Mushroom pretty frequently, but I honestly think that was just something I stumbled upon and would have discovered and overindulged on pregnant or not.

I have, however, had this overwhelming craving for fruit juice lately. The last two times I went to the store, I found myself in the juice aisle loading up on everything fruity. I try to get things that are actual juice...but I'm sorry, sometimes Sunny D just hits the spot. I know it's pretty much 0% anything nutritionally redeeming, but it tastes so good. I have already had 2 glasses of it today, 2 "100% juice" Capri Suns (they have to make a concerted effort to make something 100% juice, and I had to make a concerted effort to choose it over the orange faux-juice), and a few sips of lemonade.

I finally finished thank-you notes from my shower on the 11th. That's a big old relief.

Sometimes I just want to go through a store and not get any pregnancy questions. It's funny because people act like they have never, ever seen a pregnant woman in their lives. Their eyes get big and they're like "oh!" I feel like some sort of circus freak or something. I just want to shout "IT'S BEEN DONE BEFORE!" Today I dodged it, but some days I just feel like everyone in the world has to comment or ask questions.

I have also found that when a complete stranger asks if we have a name, it's easier to say "no" than "yes, but we are keeping it a secret." Andy, me, and the lady we asked about a wall hanging with his name on it in a baby store are the only ones in the world who know (and I am sure she has no recollection)...yet for some reason it seems completely illogical both to tell or not to tell someone who will never ever see you again and will never ever talk to someone you know. So for now, the answer is just "no. no prospects."

I think I need some more juice...Not the Barry Bonds kind.