And another thing about this diabetes stuff...I'm am sooooo sick to death of being insulin dependent. I'm sure the type 1's in the audience are sitting there, saying,"No shit, Sherlock!" I am just sick of it. The other night, Russell inadvertently dropped a bottle of insulin on the floor, trying to get it in the fridge and it broke. It was almost full and it felt like he'd broken my best piece of china or something. I was very controlled about what I showed about how I felt to him though and told him that these things happen and had him help me clean it up. I was upset, but I also understood that 6 year olds drop stuff, so had to let it go.

You see the promise of being a type 2 diabetic is that when you're done being pregnant, you go off insulin and back to your food plan and exercise routine. Or at least off the insulin injections. I tell you, I would gladly take a pill rather than be ridden with a belly full of bruises for all the injections. And I'm down to my big gauge needles. I used up all my 50cc ones, and rather than pay the $10 co-pay, I'm using up my 100cc needles, hoping that I have this baby well before I have to buy any more needles ever again. The 100cc needles are bigger and hurt more. It sucks. I know I could get the smaller needles, but then they'd be lying about after I had the baby and I don't think that my post-partum care will include a need for a box full of close to 100-50cc needles. Call me cranky and contrary, but I don't.

Forget it, just call me hopeful. I am hopeful that I'm done with insulin injections when I have this baby.

Oh, and the whine for the day is," I wanna have my baby!!!!" I betcha didn't see that coming. (Yeah, right!)

I have started my thank you notes for the shower. At this rate, I'm going to have to include pictures of the baby in each of the thank you notes if I don't get them done soon. For those of you waiting for your thank you, please understand that I took a two hour nap this afternoon and it should have been a four hour nap, but that I still love you and I will eventually get out my thank you notes.

Well, this morning was generally a riot with regards to Russell. Sometimes I think the Fashion Cops should just give him a big fat ticket. He came out with his shirt on backwards, his shorts too big and a hat from Dad, that hadn't been adjusted to his head, so was just sort of swimming around his ears. I made him turn the shirt around, change out of the shorts and I fixed the hat for him. He just kind of slyly smiled at me and I thought incredulous things of his dad for almost letting him out of the house like that.

I took Pauline to Woodland to pick up some stuff. While we were there, I found some shorts for Bear because he keeps trying to wear those huge jean shorts my mom gave him that are a size too big and they're baggies, so he practically has to have a rope to hold the damned things up, so I made him promise to wait until he grew some more to wear them and that I'd buy him some jean shorts in the interim. This kid is a skinny little bean of a kid, so baggies are just not too terrific an idea for him. But K-Mart (of all places) had jean shorts for $7.50 a pair.

I am nervous about K-Mart though. I mean, Martha Stewart is doing sheets, curtains and stuff like that for them. It's scary. I looked over the curtains and was thinking,"I could make this" and refused to buy them. It didn't occur to me to finish the sentence appropriately with,"...if I had the time." until I was in the parking lot.

Insight is often delivered too late to be useful.

The other thing about this particular K-Mart was just that everything was so jumbled and not cleaned up and stuff. It was kind of disturbing to me for some reason. They had shorts for boys sort of strewn all over the boys department and there was no attempt to make them ordered. It was really bizarre. I mean, I expect to see stuff a little out of order, but I had a hell of a time figuring out where the sale items were and weren't because nothing was where it was expected to be.

I was trying to look over the furniture department and they had boxes of unmade furniture stacked up and from that you were apparently to surmise what was in those boxes because there wasn't room to put up samples. And the baby section was really confusing too. It was hard to tell where baby started and little kid ended, much less where girl and boy little kid were differentiated.

I felt bad because I was there shopping specifically because the Walmart down the street has been trying to sink this K-mart that's been there forever and while I'd prefer Target over either place, K-mart was a little closer to the stuff that we were already doing. Walmart is better. I'd like to toss a brick through their window, but they are better organized and easier to find stuff and they have nicer and brighter clerks.