I predict far more of this obsessiveness in the next month ...

Like any first-time pregnant, highly obsessive women I was a bit worried about the 'general feeling of malaise' on Wednesday and my exhaustion and it made me a bit stressed about the whole idea of just maybe being enroute to labor (nevermind the NST that showed no contractions at 9:30 am ...) ... of course, the far more logical conclusion turns out to be the more accurate one: I was coming down with a bad head cold. No wonder I felt tired and stressed and told the midwife twice that I had only paged her 'because I felt too overwhelmed to decide whether this was actually important.' Me. Who rarely feels too overwhelmed to jump feet first into whatever random choice I have just made.

Oh, and while we were on the train to my in-laws JD called up to tell them what time to pick us up and to order his favorite dinner. And since I can't eat that late at night because of my fasting blood draw, I ordered up a large humidifier -full and set on high, please- in our bedroom (did I mention how much they pamper us?). So clearly in the back of my mind I must have been aware that I might just be getting sick.

Anyway, Thanksgiving was lovely. JD's cousins came. I ate all sorts of delicious food (spicy meatballs, spicy tofu, spicy deep fried fish ... a pattern here?). I made 2 desserts in record time and managed to have 2 bites of each without spiking my blood sugar all that much. And there was all the usual but always unpredicatable entertainment. This year one of JD's aunts brought along a Chinese salsa dance instructor with the most incredible toupe who just happened to have taken professional cooking lessions in Beijing and spent 3 hours in the kitchen doing made-for-TV cooking faces for me and explaining in detail how I (who have kept strictly kosher since age 11) could prepare my very own shrimp and pork legs. In Chinese, of course. You just can't make this stuff up.

And because JD and I were both shooed out of the kitchen repeatedly we landed up taking 2 mid-afternoon naps (the guests here tend to arrive around 10 am and stay till 10 pm so this isn't quite as rude as it sounds, although we would clearly never get away with it at my parents ...) and since we were wide awake at 11 pm, we decided to go out shopping. And I think either my baby has grown significantly or she really is just 100% nocturnal because she basically kicked non-stop from 12:30 am to 3:30 am, despite the immense amount of walking we did around the Long Island outlets. Which would have been lovely and all if it weren't for the awful lines at every bathroom at the outlets. But JD bought some very cute work ties and I bought 2 outfits for baby, and we went home at about 3:30 am very content and not too much poorer.