My apologies to those of you that now have the song Sugar, Sugar by the Archies playing over and over in your head. I was just trying to figure out a clever way to lead into my post about the infamous Glucose Test that pregnant women take around their 28-week mark. I actually had the glucose test a little over a week ago, but we got the results back this week. I was preparing for the worst with the test, as most of my friends and both of my sisters warned me the glucose drink is awful and you're very limited on what you can have to eat prior to the test. Thankfully, my appointment was scheduled for 8:00 am; therefore, I just had eggs for breakfast. When we arrived the individual working in the lab asked for my choice in flavor - orange or fruit punch. I went with fruit punch. And she proceeded to set a timer for 5 minutes and asked me to finish the drink within that time frame. The drink really wasn't bad at all, in fact, the first few sips were pretty tasty. The worst part is that it's just a super, sugary drink and you have to drink it quickly. Then you wait. For a full hour. Bobby has been a trooper and has been to all of my appointments thus far. He kept me fully entertained for the sixty minute wait, until it was time to report back to the lab for my blood draw. This was an ordeal because the phlebotomist couldn't find a vein and had to stick me several times, then proceeded to switch arms. Luckily, she got it on the first try on that arm - I was starting to feel a little like a pin cushion. As we were leaving, they informed me that they would contact me with my results on Monday or Tuesday of the following week. By Thursday, I still hadn't heard from my doctor's office, and decided to call them myself. Turns out, no news is good news in the glucose test world. The test results were great...and I immediately treated myself to some Cadbury Mini Eggs. I love the candy selection this time of year :)
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| Only 11 weeks left...we hope. |
I received my first "you have such a glow about you" comment yesterday, with only 11 weeks left in my pregnancy. And it came from my husband...so, not 100% sure it counts. And if I'm being completely honest, I was using a new foundation that has some shimmer, suggested by one of my best friends in her blog
MK in Wonderland. (side note: If you're not already following her blog, do so immediately. She's an insanely talented writer and blogs about subjects that are completely relatable. Her sarcasm and wit are sure to keep you laughing.) Had I known back in October when I initially blogged about the pregnancy glow that I was totally jinxing myself, I would've kept my mouth shut! One small downfall to being pregnant during the winter months is that there is no chance for getting any sun on your face. Other than that one small hiccup, I couldn't have chosen a better time to
accidentally get pregnant. I'm extremely fortunate that I won't be 40 weeks pregnant in August. Hopefully, our little peanut will arrive on time...in April...in 60-70 degree weather.
We celebrated my parents' birthdays yesterday evening at Coach and Four. It was really nice to have the whole family together - even Cheyenne, Daniel and their four girls came down for the celebration. Dinner was delicious and I know my Mom and Dad enjoyed themselves.
