A Russian, a German, a Frenchman, and a Jew were trudging through the desert.

"I'm so hot and thirsty -- I must have some vodka," said the Russian.
"I'm so hot and thirsty -- I must have a beer," said the German.
"I'm so hot and thirsty -- I must have wine," said the Frenchman.
The Jew added "I'm so hot and thirsty -- I must have diabetes."
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Speaking of whiny, hypochondriac Jews, I went in to see Dr. C at my OB's office on Friday. I hadn't yet met her (she's pretty new to the practice), and all I can say is that she is a very pretty woman with the bedside manner of wet paint. I won't give you too many details about her lack of sensitivity, other than to say she could have at least bought me dinner first.

Anyway, Dr. Humorless confirmed that Baby is still very big. I was 31 weeks, 4 days on Friday, and Baby measured at 37 weeks. Hello? THIRTY-SEVEN?! I knew I grew 'em fast, but this is ridiculous. Just figures -- I have the metabolism of a sick elephant, unless I'm pregnant. THEN my system works overtime.

The result of this is that I'm scheduled for another ultrasound tomorrow, to check on the tiny one and reconfirm his enormity. Which also means that I could be having him as early as the week of November 7th. (As opposed to his due date of December 18th.)

DH and I went out on Saturday and bought the car seat. We have to take this seriously now!