A little friendly advice

After the post about gestational diabetes, we received several e-mails from mommies, or people who know mommies (thanks Mindy!). All of them agreed that the lemonade that Margaret drank right before the test probably resulted in the false positive. She went back to the doctor this past Tuesday just to be sure. We'll see what the tests say.
We went to see the movie "Jarhead" last weekend. I really enjoyed it because it was not your run of the mill war film. Also, I am a veteran of the first Gulf War, and I have to say that for the most part the filmmakers got the look of the terrain right. Apparently it was filmed in Yuma, AZ and Mexico, but if you want to know what Saudi Arabia, Kuwait and Iraq look like, with the flat ground reaching to the horizon in every direction, then this film does the job. I'll have to find some photos of when I was out there and get them scanned so you visitors can see what I'm talking about.
So according to Margaret, she can feel her uterus as of yesterday, which means that (and this is the official scientific jargon for the situation) "there's stuff going on down in that vicinity." One of the things we are looking at now is our living situation. We live in an 800 square foot house that is both "rustic" and "cozy." Ask any real estate agent, and they will tell you that means "in need of many repairs" and "cramped." We're looking at either moving or putting a bigger house on the property. If we do the latter, we're considering a modular house, which would be cheaper than building outright, and the house would be just as sturdy. We'll see.
We told my siblings last night and this evening. We called my sister, Andrea, and my brother, Dylan, last night. Andrea, whom lives in Boston, basically freaked after I asked her, "So, how do you feel about being an Aunt? Nearly blew my eardrum out. But she seemed very happy, which of course is good. My normally stonefaced little brother, the Charleston city cop, actually broke character when we told him. "No shit?" he kept saying over and over. But he seemed very happy, which of course is good. Tonight we called my other sister, Katy, who lives in California. She asked how my job was going, and I said fine, that it was a really good company to work for. "For example," I said non-chalantly, "if you have a baby, the health insurance pays for just about everything."
"Oh, that's cool," she said, in a tone of voice that suggested that she had no idea why I would be mentioning babies. I repeated the same question concerning Aunt-hood I had asked Andrea, and damn if she didn't scream into my other ear. (note to self: hold phone away from ear when delivering joyful news to female siblings). But once again, she seemed very happy, which of course is good.
I'm considering posting the blog on my favorite website, Fark.com, to see if the post will get greenlighted. The comments generated from doing that out to be interesting.