Yesterday, I found out that the childbirth class was half an hour earlier than I thought, so I had to do a lot more running around to track Mike down because he didn't get the email that things were earlier.

In the childbirth class, I was surprised at the assumption that I'll have a big baby, simply because I am diabetic. I explained that as long as my control was good, that it simply wasn't as big an issue as they might imagine. It's also about the last thing I wanted to hear. I've been really fighting the chocolate urge lately, though I've been sticking to diabetic alternatives. Usually chocolate cravings for me are indicative of anemia, so I've been eating spinach, red meat, peaches, beans and about anything I can think of that has iron in it, as well as sucking down my iron pill with my chewable vitamin C on an alternating schedule from my pre-natal vitamins, so I can actually manage to avoid constipation.

I was frustrated, too, because it meant I didn't get to go to swim class, but I did do a lot of walking, which was OK, but I miss swimming...a lot. I like the weightlessness at this point of just softly floating around and not feeling all fat and clutzy. The pool is the one place my belly doesn't get in the way.

The sheriff's did finally get the stupid check, so I'll see it in a month or so. The earlier the better, I say.