A few quick notes before the excitement of the Chicago entry...

My third wedding anniversary was oddly flat, through no fault of our own. We were all ready to go to Centre Island for the day, but we never quite woke up. Instead we dragged ourselves around feeling ill. The Boy thought that he might be getting one of his regular bouts of tonsillitis, so we spent the morning in the UofT medical clinic waiting room. The results were inconclusive, and since I felt like utter crap as well, we put our outing on hold. Instead, we rented the surprisingly sombre "Hollywood/Bollywood" and watched it at the Boy's mother's house with Ceilidh. Then we went to Kalendar for dinner & presents. And then, um, we fell asleep as soon as we got home. Have pity on us sick bunnies.

The leather part of the anniversary was excellent, at least. I was very pleased with my spiked leather collar and wristband - the spikes are really long & angry looking. The Boy liked his plain collar & lead, which makes me happy (my biggest fear was that I'd get him something he hated. As it is, he doesn't have to wear it many places...) He wasn't as hot on the wedding photo t-shirt (a hold-over from last year's cotton anniversary, when I was too blitzed from moving to get my gift-giving in order), but he's promised to keep an open mind about it. Hey, on the leather anniversary, that's all one can ask. :)

"I would like you on a long black lead. You can bring me all the things I need..."

- sex dwarf

The next day I went to see Locasta. It was an extremely short appointment - after we figured out that I didn't have chicken pox from Loftwyr & Gila's party (long story), we went through the signs of pre-term labour (what, in previous weeks, was called the signs of miscarriage), I declined glucose testing for gestational diabetes & we were done. It's only the latter that has me worried - it's an optional test that yields many false positives, and I have no indications from the list of warning signs - but still it seems that everyone does it & who am I to decline it? Yes, I'm succumbing to pregnancy peer pressure. I need an inspirational video and some "straight talk" with a responsible adult.

Sprout kicked up a storm during the examination; in fact there was so much noise from the kicking that we couldn't use the stethoscope to find its heartbeat! We used the Doppler instead. The other cool news is that despite my weird depression belly when I got pregnant, my Belly is now "textbook" size: 26 centimetres at 26 weeks. This makes me preen.

Booty Call: Day 166 - Stretch marks may appear. BE PROUD: They're symbolic of your baby's road map to life. (After this is all over, I'm going to have flames tattooed around them.)