First, I need to tell you about the doctor situation.

My doctor (for 20 years) quit delivering babies this year - I told you that. She referred me to another doctor and I liked him - at first. Then I started to question things and worry a little bit. When I saw him last, he scheduled me for a May 9 blood sugar test. I had called him with a few concerns, and kept getting "that's normal, don't worry" through his nurse. Okay, that's fine, but at some point, shouldn't you look at me, and make sure about these things?

Since I live on Long Island, I figured I should call my crazy doctor out there and see if he knew of a good OB. He referred me to someone, and they set me up for the following week. I didn't want to go to a group of doctors where I'd have to see each and every one of them. I wanted a solo practictioner, hopefully a woman. I got a solo practitioner, but he's a man, and he's so different from the city doctor. It turns out that the pimple I was told not to worry about is a small infection, that my sugar test could not be taken any later than last Saturday, and other scary things. So let me tell you the rest:

A truly whacky weekend, that's what we had in old Long Island.

The blood sugar test for gestational diabetes was set up for me on Saturday morning. I was to drink the orange thing and then get my ass to his office within one hour. This should not have been a problem, yet it was somehow. We were between 1o and 15 minutes late. They drew the blood, and the result came back high. So now I must go to a lab on Saturday morning and redo the test, but this time it's a 3 hour version. But at least I'll know for sure what's up. ** Oh God. I just spoke with Angel - this 3 hour test requires at least 4 seperate blood collections. I'm the worst at this stuff! Plus they can never get blood from my arm - it's my HANDS! **

Meanwhile, the whole weekend I was just a blob. And a non-blogging blob too! I really did nothing. I got my hair done, and it's short and blondish once again! But after that, I kid you not, I ate and watched my husband and sister install my air conditioner. I had to force myself not to go to bed. I'm wiped out! Same thing yesterday. I virtually did NOTHING. It was an effort to walk anyplace with my sister, and it was a gorgeous day! Before she picked me up, I fell asleep at noon for about 20 minutes until she called me. I said to my husband when he came home from work last night "I am anemic. I just have to be".

I was right.

That was the other piece of news I got this morning. They assured me it's common and prescribed an iron supplement. That'll be fun. Constipation! I'm not complaining. I'm really not. Things could be much much worse. As long as the kid is okay, then I'll do whatever it takes. No problem. I just hope my energy comes back a little. My mood has sure been better.

I saw Shopgirl on Friday on DVD. It was good, not great. Jason Schwartzman kind of bugs me (I loved him so much in Rushmore) but he was very good in the film. He went through a series of changes, and made them very believable. I just can't shake this Tom Cruise impression he seems to do, but it's okay. Claire Danes is such a good actress. I can't help but dislike her because of the whole Billy Crudup/Mary Louise Parker thing. I don't know if you read about it, but Billy, that charmer, dumped Mary Louise while she was 7 months pregnant for Claire Danes. Yuck. I know, it's not my business, and believe me, I'd be happier if I hadn't heard about it myself!

Anyway. More later!