It must run in the family because Barbara Bush is a fucking idiot.

If you go to the photo gallery, I finally got the pictures up from Family Day at the park.

Here’s a picture of my 29 week belly. It was taken on Sunday (so actually that’s 29 weeks, 1 day) when we went to family day in the park with some friends. I have a ton of pictures from that which I will post later today or tonight, whenever I have some time.

It’s already the 4th of September (and the day’s almost over now). For one thing I can’t believe it’s already September at all. For another, I can’t believe that Hayley’s birthday is in 16 more days.

A couple of people have asked, so the link to her wishlist is here, and you can also send birthday greetings to her via email.

She’ll be three. She used to look like this, but she’ll be three in less than three weeks.

I don’t think I’ve ever made it a secret that I dislike George Bush and that I disagree with him on many political standpoints, I just don’t bring it up much since I’m not American and have my own country’s government to think about. But I’m sure most people know I’m pretty damn liberal and don’t like Bush at all.

Which is why I love Michael Moore’s open letter to the president.

You can read it right here, or read it on the official website.

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This morning, Hayley and I were curled up on the bed watching “Peep” on television. She was lying right against me when the baby kicked.

Hayley: HAHAHA! The baby kicked me in the bum!
Sherry: I know, that’s funny.
Hayley: (brief moment of concentration) HAHA!
Sherry: What?
Hayley: I farted on the baby.

So that’s what it will be like, yes?

(Good move on my part, now I’ll have that song stuck in my head for days.)

I have to go for my glucose screening test tomorrow, and I also need my Rhogam shot since I’m RH-negative (short version for those who don’t know: If you’re negative, your body can deal with the first baby but any subsequent pregnancy is seen as a foreign virus and is attacked by your immune system. Or something like that. The Rhogam takes care of it.).

I’m not looking forward to it. Oh, the drink isn’t that bad. It’s just very orange-flavored and mildly fizzy, but I’m not going until the afternoon so at least I don’t have to drink anything fizzy at 7:30 in the morning. I don’t care about the blood draw they do because needles don’t bother me*. I don’t care about the Rhogam because, again, needles are no big deal and the shot doesn’t hurt, especially when compared to sciatic nerve pain.

I’m just not looking forward to it simply because last time I screened positive with fairly high numbers, made myself somewhat crazy by looking on the label of EVERYTHING to see what I would be able to eat if I was indeed diabetic, and then nearly passed out at the three hour test the week after. Normally I don’t faint from having blood taken, but between fasting from midnight onwards, drinking a beverage with an even higher level of glucose, and having my blood taken three times while still fasting, I had to be sent to the nurse’s lounge to lie down. I’m really worried about having to go through all of that again.

Last time I didn’t know you could eat before the one hour screen, so I got up and went in on an empty stomach. I’m hoping that screwed up the results and that was why I screened so high. This time I know that I can eat as little as five minutes prior to the test, as long as I don’t eat or drink anything once it starts. I plan to eat a good breakfast and a good lunch so that my blood sugar is not wonky in any way.

Honestly, if anything I have LOW blood sugar. I shake when I don’t eat enough or if I don’t get enough protein. I seem to have a lot of symptoms that go with hypoglycemia even though I’ve tested negative for that more than once. The idea of having high blood sugar seems odd to me.

Anyway, here’s hoping it goes well and I don’t have to go back next week.

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*I have no problems with needles as far as my own body. When they show needles on television or in movies, it really bothers me. I have no idea why, you’d think if anything that it would be the other way around.

This is absolutely disgusting. According to what is supposed to be “reliable news sources”, if you’re white you “find” stuff and thus survive. If you’re black (or, I imagine, hispanic or anything darker than lily white) then you’re just “looting”.

What the fuck year are we living in again?

(Thank you Andrea, for bringing this disgusting bit of racism to my attention.)

I don’t know why Hayley is so suspicious of me sometimes. You would think I have some habit of tricking her, but I really don’t. I can think of all of two times that I’ve really intentionally tricked her.

One instance is was back when she first started table food and didn’t like the texture of vegetables, I would make spaghetti sauce by using a blender to mix the vegetables in with tomato sauce and she happily ate it without ever realizing it contained peas, carrots, and beans.

Another was more recently when she had taken to showing her displeasure at bath time ending by attempting to empty as much water out on to the floor as possible in a fit of anger. I solved that a few times by asking her to stand up for a second and when she would do so, thinking I was going to wash her legs, I would scoop her right out before she could get mad.

But really, tricking her is not something that I go about doing every day. So I don’t know why she gets so suspicious.

There were no leftovers from last night’s supper to eat at lunch today so I thought maybe she’d like a sandwich “like Daddy eats” for lunch. I told her it was pepperoni and she would really enjoy it. She immediately instructed, “No mustard!” I already know she doesn’t like mustard so I agreed.

As I was assembling the sandwich, she ran into the kitchen and again reminded me, “No mustard!” I explained that there was no mustard on her sandwich, that I had just put a bit of margarine on the bread.

She started eating her sandwich like most kids her age, by pulling the whole thing apart to eat it separately. She held one piece of bread very close to her eyes, studying it critically. “There IS mustard on this!” she declared. I told her that I had NOT put any mustard on it and that it was just margarine. She looked at it some more, licked it, and finally agreed, “Okay, just margarine.”

Jeez. It’s like an inquisition just serving food around here.

(And now I had to stop eating to go see what she was doing because it sounded cute; she’s in her room singing, “Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep my little babies” to her rats. The rats are staring at her like they’re thinking they’ll never be able to sleep with someone singing so loudly. Ha!)