I have a guess how many weeks I am based on the date I think we conceived... but she couldn't give me a due date based on the dot (I told you, it was a disappointing dot). I think being stuck many times was how I got phobic about needles, actually. When I was little I was in the hospital for a while and the nurse spent an afternoon stabbing me in the arm trying to get a vein before she finally switched to the other side for the IV. I've been traumatized ever since. My mother used to promise me ice cream if I could keep the freaking out to a minimum. And you can live vicariously through me (I hope it's not pathetic, I've been doing it for a while myself).