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October 9, 2002 - Making Hay   Went to the doctor's yesterday, Tuesday, my regular appointment day. They want to see me once a week now, another indication that things are really starting to get serious. They did the things they usually do - ask me if I've had any spotting or cramping, weigh me, check my urine for excess glucose (an indicator of possible gestational diabetes), take my blood pressure, measure the size of my abdomen, and listen to the baby's heartbeat. No spotting. No cramping. My weight gain is "fine". (Don't ask me for the numbers because I don't know - I turn my back on the scale.) My urine is clean. My blood pressure continues to be phenomenally good. The size of my abdomen is fine. My daughter's heartbeat is steady, strong, and perfectly normal. Ê Like a lot of people, I tend to use my diary as a space in which to complain. A healthy outlet, a reasonable use - but shouldn't it be the place where I store the good things, too? None of what I've written above is remarkable. Except when you think about how easily and often things can - and do - go the other way. So, I take a moment to make hay while the sun shines. Ê Violet came over today. We spread sunny yellow paint over half la petite's room. Toby and I did a bit more tonight, and Violet's coming back tomorrow morning with Kelly (her old roommate, who graduated from college and returned to Jerk Town) to help me finish. I am so grateful for all this help with something that is very important to me. I put the crib together, a sleigh of shining dark wood. Changing table to match. Many tiny outfits purchased, so little but still too big for her, at first. If I'd been this excited for the entire nine months, I never would have made it.