Back from a surprisingly ok weekend at the ILs. The "surprise" baby shower was not as wince-inducing as I had imagined it would be, and MIL had gone to a huge effort to put together a spread I could eat 80% of, which was super-kind of her. The goodies haul was small, but perfectly formed - cute animal print muslins, a Gro-Egg room thermometer, Mr Men board books, some sleep suits and some utterly awesome baby kit from babymoos (www.babymoos.com/) plus some second-hand stuff from SIL. FIL wasn't too ghastly, although sitting next to him when he's eating anything will still turn my stomach, but overall, I'm counting it as a win!
Diabetes clinic had both a reprieve from meds (three too-high readings, but the rest were bang on, so if I don't get any more high readings I'll be meds-free. I don't care about the meds so much, but needing them brings on a whole different, more intervention-intensive care approach, so I'd rather avoid them if possible) and a nice registrar who took me through the current care-approach as if I was an adult, who'd done research, and would understand the difference between risks and outcomes and such like. Plus! It turns out the Marks and Spencer Mini Parmesan and Roasted Onion Biscuits, whilst ensuring a quick death from clogged arteries, are diabetes-ok! So I get to pig out a little after all.
Going to have a second viewing of the little house I looked at on Friday this evening, with DH, so you never know. This may be a 100% positive post.