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Picnic Day, the most obnoxious day/weekend of the year in Davis, has officially started. I ran into someone from high school that I didn't have any particular interest in seeing (Bo what's his name, who was in my class, for those who went to CHS). (This seems to happen every year)

I've been kind of annoyed since Wednesday, when the teacher of my self-hypnosis class, after asking how far along I was, stated "Wow, but you don't look pregnant!" And then on the bus yesterday, I was one person away from not being able to get a seat, and really afraid that I'd either have to stand or try to explain to one of the seated people that I really am entitled to one of the handicapped seats. I'm ready to look pregnant.

Except suddenly now I'm glad I don't. I don't particularly feel like looking pregnant around random excessivly popular people from high school. Go figure.

(Why does their opinion bother me in the slightest at this point?)

The downside of not showing yet is that I undoubtedly just look fat.

Speaking of baby, lemurbaby update will be posted today, if it hasn't been already.

Another odd thing about that particular encounter - I actually recognized him. This is terribly odd. I'm bad at facial recognition - I sometimes don't recognize people I see on a regular basis. Bo is a very generic looking Southern California guy who I have not seen in 5 years or so. Yet I recognized him. I didn't say anything, since he was so far out of context that I just figured it was someone who looked similar to him. But then his dad (his parents were with him) recognized me somehow. Odd.

A similar thing happened last weekend. I recognized Oz from Buffy (aka Seth Green) in a preview for a new movie, even though he was on screen for about a quarter of a second total. My facial recognition problems must be selective somehow.

The weather is confused. Right now, it's sunny and warm. Tomorrow another storm is coming through, and it's supposedly going to be chilly and rainy all next week. Yuck. However, I am happy that it is supposed to rain tomorrow. Haha to the Picnic Day people!

Matilda the rattie is doing better, after a lice treatment, antibiotics for an upper respiratory infection, and several injections of water for dehydration. She's still pretty sick, but is now grumpy instead of apathetic, and she seems to be regaining some motor control. This is good - my main worry was that she'd get over the acute sickness, but remain too motor-dysfunctional to really have any sort of life quality. It could still happen - she still can't really eat on her own - but improvement is a good sign.

I had entirely too much fun this afternoon manipulating data in an excel spreadsheet. This disturbs me - it's not something I'd imagine being fun, but it was. I'm sure that this points to some sort of potential career possibility that I've never considered before.

26 Weeks

I think baby flipped over, and is now head-down, because I got my first kick in the ribs yesterday. This is a good thing, as long as she stays head-down.

People still say I don't look pregnant when they find out. This is sort of cool, but, at this point, somewhat annoying. I don't feel like walking up to random people at work and saying "Hey, guess what! I'm pregnant!", but it's getting to the point where I'm going to have to do that if I want them to know. Plus, I have a feeling that if I don't look pregnant, I just look fat. I'm pondering switching to maternity clothing, even though I don't really need to yet, on the theory that they're made to emphasize the pregnant form or, at the very least, will be recognizable as maternity clothes. Except I don't have any maternity clothes except two pairs of pants, and I don't really feel like buying them. Or wearing them, for that matter. Mom says the same thing happened to her - people couldn't tell she was pregnant until about 7 months. I guess it's genetic or height related. Or both.

The ligament in my upper thigh has stopped hurting. This is a very good thing. It was really making my life annoying for a few months there.

I still haven't heard anything from the doctor about the GD test results. I'm guessing this means everything is fine, or they'd have called me back to do another test.

We're trying to decide on a name. I'm sure some of you Vandenbergs have suggestions for good Scandinavian names. Christof wants something traditional (Scandanavian traditional, not US traditional) and unique. I want something that is reasonably easy to pronounce and that is recognizable as a name by the average American, preferably recognizable as a name of the appropriate sex. Not surprisingly, we're having some trouble agreeing :)

If I don't respond to your comments or emails quickly, I apologize. It's not that I didn't get them (though I may not remember to check comments here more than once a week or so) or that I don't appreciate them. I'm just an awful procrastinator. Speaking of which - time for me to do my taxes!