Degus, bog-monsters and vampires,

I'm so proud of Morrissey (the degu)! On Wednesday morning I have to take him to the vets. He has to have put on weight by then. Assuming my scales measure grams the same as the ones in the vets, I'm pretty sure he's put on about 15 grams since Thursday or Friday or whenever he went there! He weighed 155g in the vets, yesterday he weighed 168g and today he weighs 171 grams... I think! He's hard to measure, as the number on the scales changes if he moves even just a little bit! He's started taking his new (and apparently vile tasting) medicine very well. Mixing it up in his food and spoon feeding him it was definitely a good idea! =]

Both goos seem quite cheerful tonight. Earlier on, Morrissey was sitting on my hand being fed and making his happy noise, whilst Miyavi was playfully rolling a thingy of hay around the cage. It made me to happy to see them both so happy and to see Morrissey eating. Every time I see him eat anything at the moment is great because I know he's eating and probably isn't going to lose any more weight. =]

Tried some of the mushy degu shizz I've been feeding Morrissey this morning. I thought the smell was quite appealing and had to try some for myself. It tasted just like porridge, but a little bit weird. I wasn't too impressed with the weird tasting bit of it and I wasn't sure what some of the ingredients were, so I had two bowls of porridge to satisfy my degu food craving... They really are freakishly similar!

Ooohh... I went to my auntie's house this afternoon. Apparently I scarred my cousin-type-thing for life... Oops... Apparently she flushes the toilet really quickly and runs out as fast as she can whenever she uses the toilet because of a stupid little story about 'bog monsters' I told her in the graveyard when I was about 13 and she was about 6. I feel kind of guilty about it, but it's fucking hilarious!

Tomorrow will be super-busy... I have to have my anti-d injection. I have to have my blood stolen and tested for things tomorrow too as I keep freaking out about getting the blood stolen after the incident a couple of weeks ago. Because there's so much shizz that needs doing, I'm worried I'll be in the hospital for a very long time. I have to go to the job centre to 'sign on' in the early afternoon. Thankfully, it'll be the last time I have to do that (I think). The people at the job centre are twats apart from like one person there! I need to find time in the hospital to ask what they actually do with the blood after testing it for things. I'm certain they are vampires, especially after the midwife joked about being one... but I want to know for sure what they really do with all the blood!

Hoobletoodledoo!

Hmm...

GAHHH! I HAVE NOTHING TO WRITE ABOUT!

Well, nothing interesting... Blahhhhhhh! Who's to say what's interesting and what's not? Might as well write about random crap... That seems to be what I usually do anyway! I hope there's something somebody will be vaguely interested in!

I HATE being 27 weeks pregnant. It's not because of any symptoms or things that are happening. It's because I hate the uncertainty as to which trimester I'm in. Loads of places say the third trimester starts at 27 weeks, some say it starts at 28 or 29 weeks and I've even seen one site that says it starts at 26 weeks. Am I in the second trimester or third? Nobody seems to know. I'm kind of fed up of the second trimester, so I'd quite like to count myself as being in the third trimester, but I can't... Not until I know for certain! Regardless of which trimester I'm in, there is now just less than 3 months until the baby is due. It's all getting scarily close!

In the jobcentre today, there was actually a nice person who worked there. Usually the people that work there are total fucktards. She didn't look down her nose at me and she didn't imply I was lying about stuff. It was totally bizarre!

Talkin' of bizarre, there was apparently weird ghostly stuff happening in my mother's house last night. I would write about it myself, but I'm going to try and persuade her to make a blog or something, so hopefully she'll write about it herself (everyone needs a blog). The stuff she described last night totally backed up my belief that children are very in tune to supernatural shizz until they are old enough for their minds to have been sculpted by society to me less perceptive. I'll write about the stuff my mum told me about in a later blog if I can't persuade her to start her own!

Here's a bit of advice... Never ever ever ever ever under any circumstances, spill sherbet down your top. I did it yesterday and it felt horrible as it was all in my bra and stuff. It felt worse than sand does, and it was even harder than sand to get off my skin because it went really sticky when I applied water.

Ooohhh... That reminds me! I had such a weird dream last night. I've been having nightmares pretty much every night recently, but last night was different. It wasn't a nightmare, but it was totally fucking scary... and rather hilarious to look back on! I was in the bath and my boob started leaking milk. I was no pregnanter than I am now. I collected some milk in my hand and sniffed it to see if it really was milk... It smelled just like soya milk, so that confirmed it was in fact milk. I poked it to see if it was just a flukey thing, but it wasn't. When I poked it, it leaked more and my nipple just kind of... expanded... into a weird shape (see diagram below). It freaked me out so I rushed to the doctors. I was sitting in the waiting room topless (which was weird because I'd never ever do that and nobody in the waiting room seemed to notice there was a half-naked person with totally bizarre tits sitting there). When I saw the doctor, she told me my boob looked like an elephants trunk and it would never go back to normal unless I breast-fed a degu until the baby was born. She also asked me some questions about Harry Potter.
Such a weird dream. I would never ever ever ever ever breast feed a degu!
I've been trying to work out why I had this dream... I think it was because I've recently heard too many stories about boob leakage and maybe because when I feed Morrissey his medicine out of a syringe, it's kind of like feeding a baby out of a bottle. Heh, yeah... weird dream. I'm going to have a look in my many dream analysis books later on (probably whilst in the bath and hoping for the dream not to come true).

Now that I have written about that dream (and possibly weirded out anyone who reads this) I think it's time for me to stop writing. :P