no wilford brimley around these parts.

My body has said a big fuck you to the diabeetus. I was going to insert a picture of Wilford Brimley but...I can't be bothered at the moment. I got up way too early this morning to go into the doctor's office for the test and I was starving. I think that test is some sort of torture device. Who makes someone who obviously is eating for two fast from midnight until after their appointment? It doesn't help that there's a McDonald's on my way and I swear I could smell those stupid McGriddles. I had to drink this super sugary drink that sort of tasted like flat orange soda. It wasn't altogether that bad but I sort of felt gross and shaky for the hour I had to wait. Yes, ladies and gents, I had to wait for an hour. I've never been so bored and I remember someone telling me to bring a magazine or a book to read but it honestly slipped my mind (like a lot of other things). So I sat around playing Mahjong on my iPod because it's really the only thing that can keep my attention for any length of time. After the hour was up they took my blood abd dun dun dun, no diabeetus.

And you know what I did after? Went and got a cheeseburger because my stomach was trying to eat itself.

But everything is fine; Peanut is measuring right on target and his heartbeat was pronounced as "perfect". Aww, he's already earning perfect scores. I've also gained a total of 13 pounds, which honestly doesn't sound like a lot now that I type it out. I swear I eat like a horse though. But my really good looking doctor (no really, I almost wish he was ugly because it's weird having a stranger look at uh..places) didn't seem concerned or anything. So I will continue to eat my cheeseburgers damnit. It does feel like a lot though. I keep running into things because my center of gravity is way off somewhere in Asia or something.

I've seriously been missing being on stage and being on tour lately. I even sort of miss sleeping in a bunk, possibly I could actually sleep in those and sleep is getting to be a rare commodity now. I don't know. I miss it. And I keep hearing things from certain people (ahem!) and I'm ready to get back into it in a few months. So the others reading this better be ready, you've been warned!

So apparently the day has just started even though I've been up for...ever. I feel like I should go do something with my day but I don't know. I might go bug Jayda and go play in her new place because it's awesome and huge. Or I might take a nap, I haven't decided.

Beware: Boredom ahead.

I need to write about Paris and I keep thinking about doing it and then something happens and I forget or...other things happen. Sometimes I'm pretty sure my brain has fried itself. But Paris was a ton of fun. I'm really glad we went. Alkaline Trio is an amazing band to see live and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Jayda and I had a lot of fun just wandering around and even though my french sucks a lot, we didn't manage to get too lost. I'm so glad we got to hang out though, it was a very good trip. I sort of hope that maybe next time we can just teleport ourselves since the flights seemed horribly long. They weren't bad for the most part but it's just not comfortable flying when your back and hips hate you like mine are starting to.

I came home and have been living in an empty house since Kyle is over in London working with Josh for a couple of weeks. I haven't minded it too much even though it's too quiet sometimes. But I think I have a little bit of cabin fever or something because I'm bored out of my skull. I'm pretty sure there are things I could be doing but...I just haven't done them. Or I forget them. That's a big thing this week apparently! I don't know. I'm going to try to get out more this week. I just feel like a big blob because other people are working and doing other stuff and I'm...not? I don't know. And I don't know where that came from.

So moving on! I'm beginning to realize why some women become completely bitchy by the time they reach the third trimester of pregnancy. What with the constant questions and touching. Oh my god the random touching by strangers! I understand the questions and the touching to an extent. I can deal pretty well with the questions, although the little old lady at the grocery the other day looking for a ring on my hand made me want to hit her. The random touching by strangers freaks me out, I can't lie. Friends and family are excluded from that though, I don't mind that so much. But strangers? HOLY CRAP WEIRD. I feel a little like a Buddha when people reach out and like..rub my stomach. Maybe I am good luck? I hope they win a bunch of money and give me some but I don't see that happening.

I just never know what to do whenever it happens and I have a feeling it'll only get worse as the days go by. Do I slap their hand away and seem really rude? Do I smile and nod and stand there awkwardly? I've been doing the smile/stand awkwardly thing lately but I find it a little uncomfortable. So just a word to the wise for people who happen to stumble upon me or any other pregnant lady: just ask first before touching.

Other than that, things are pretty boring at casa de Lucy at the moment. I really should get out more.