Well let me start with the bad first. I came home yesterday to a letter from my OB saying I'm anemic and to start taking 325mg of iron a day pronto. Really this is not so bad nor unexpected. I'm always borderline anemic anyhow, so the results really weren't surprising. If anything is surprising, it is that the blood work performed during my first trimester didn't show any anemia. And if the OB feels comfortable informing me of this via snail mail, then my iron levels probably aren't too horribly low. I do, however, see another battle with constipation looming.
This news does lead to the good, however. If my OB can manage to mail me a letter regarding my anemia, I must be in the clear on the gestational diabetes test. I can continue eating carbs without guilt AND I don't have to fast for a 3 hour test!
And for the ugly, it is stretch marks. I spent some time examining my belly in the mirror the other day, and things are just not looking good down there. I think that maybe I'll have to follow Jeramy's advice on abandoning my dreams of becoming a supermodel.