Today I had the glucose test, but I won't get the results until tomorrow morning. It was pretty brutal. No eating/drinking after midnight last night, then I had to drink this nasty stuff at 8:30 this morning. I got stuck four times, once every hour, and that's not counting the prick I already got from the first test day before yesterday. And no food in between.

When it was all over, I bore a striking resemblence to Courtney Love, complete with needle tracks and the shakes. Zing! That was so wrong.

Anyway, I was starving when it was all over, so I hightailed it to Raising Cane's Chicken Fingers, and ate like only a pregnant woman can. They have this special sauce, that's so incredibly special it makes me cry. I could drink the stuff. Okay. I did drink the stuff. Sue me. And they have crushed ice in their drinks, which sends me into happy little seizures. It was sooo good. I hear they are franchising in other places in La, so if you ever see one, for pete's sake, GO. After eating, I felt like... hmm... what's the opposite of Courtney Love? Hillary Duff? Whatever- it was a beautiful meal.

So, I'm doing good. I feel better today, things are back in perspective, optimism firmly in place. So many people have told me that they've had scares from ultrasounds and it was a false alarm, so I'm keeping that in mind.

OOOOHH, and I got a raise today!! I had my yearly evaluation and looks like all that kissing up has really paid off. Hah! No, I earned it, I promise. If you need proof, I direct you here. It was nice to have some good news though. In celebration of "mo' money", I bought a purse, a lovely little pink number that guarantees long life, prosperity, and happiness. Yeah, I thought that was a weird guarantee too, but hey, you never know. So like any good consumer... I bought.

Well, that covers today. You are now officially Shannon-current. Don't you feel special?