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I passed my glucose test!! All four of my blood draws were way below the maximum level of 140. I am pretty relieved.

Did You Feel the Earthquake?

Last night, I turned over in bed. Next thing I know, Mike is sitting straight up, ready to bolt out of bed, yelling, "EARTHQUAKE!!!"

I assured him that it was not the Big One, only his big wife rolling over in bed. In a stupor, he said, "Are you SURE?" I reassured him and then began to giggle. He told me to "SHH!!" and that he was "glad that he could entertain me."

Of course, he didn't remember a thing this morning when I asked him about it.

F

I failed the glucose test. So now I get to go back for a three hour test on December 14th at 7:30AM. I get to drink the Orange Drink again and get my blood drawn 2 or 3 times during a 3 hour period. And I can't eat anything after midnight until the test is over.

The Orange Drink

The "Orange Drink" used to be me and my dad's favorite thing to have when we I was a kid and he would take me to McDonald's.

This "Orange Drink".....not so much. It did end up tasting a lot like the McDonald's version, except it was carbonated. I had to take it today to check to see if my glucose levels are normal/whether or not I have gestational diabetes. After watching KP during her pregnancy with H, I definitely am hoping I DO NOT have this.

Many pregnant buddies gave me all these tips on how to "pass" the test. Mike convinced me that I needed to just eat how I normally do, because--"Don't you want to know if you have it?" Yeah, yeah....he is right...so I just ate pretty normal--but tried to not down a ton of fruit or other sugary things 24 hours before....Hopefully I will pass with flying colors...Now back to the Pecan Pie leftovers in the fridge...

old friends, new friends

Old friends are great. B and I have been friends since 7th grade. We met in math class, 1st period. I asked to borrow her calculator and the rest was history. I never thought we would be pregnant at the same time. It is pretty fun to go through this experience with someone that you have known for so long. At the same time, I wish that we weren't so I could help her a lot more.

Tonight, B and her husband came over for dinner. It was fun to trade stories of what we had all been experiencing. And super comforting to know that someone else out there was going through the same thing.

She definitely has more food cravings than I do. I guess she wakes up at 2 am and wants to eat.

It was fun to talk about our kids becoming friends also. I am excited! (I know...shocking...me, showing excitement).

Evil Smooth Edge Can Opener and other thoughts

I know, I know....what a lame blogger I am. I haven't posted in quite some time. Not much to report other than to say that the 2nd trimester is going much better. In fact, it is almost coming to an end. I will have to post a recap of it later.

Tonight I am ranting about the Smooth Edge Can Opener from Pampered Chef. Let me preface this by stating that I love Pampered Chef and own many, many, many items. I have never been dissatisfied...until I bought their can opener. Apparently you need a PhD to use it. I have yet to open a single can--I have excelled at denting quite a few. Here is a picture of the culprit:




A few weeks ago, I was trying to make some chili. I forgot about the can opener and didn't realize my issue until I had to open 5 or 6 cans of stuff. I tried several times to use the thing, looked up information on the internet and I couldn't figure it out. I finally succumbed and asked my neighbor Barry for his can opener. He said that my request to borrow said kitchen utensil was the "strangest request" he had ever received. Duly noted.

I went back with Barry's can opener and happily opened my 5 or 6 cans. I rushed it back to him....only to realize I had missed a couple more cans! I was too proud to go back to ask for the can opener again, so I zipped over to Rite Aid and picked up a can opener for about $5. This one worked good enough.....oh well. Maybe you can only take the idea of being a Pampered Chef so far....

Barfing on the Carpet

I seem to recall a time when I was about 8 or 10 that I got really sick and barfed in my bedroom. I think I managed to sit up and nailed the blanket, but the rest of it went onto the carpet. I remember feeling really awful because I knew my mom would have to clean it up. Ah...memories....I was forced to recall that moment this week, except this time, I had to clean up the puke.

On Sunday night, we were getting ready for bed and I took my pre-natal vitamins as I normally do. Except this time, I was greeted with more of a gag reflex. WARNING...this gets a little graphic...Vomit began spewing out quite uncontrollably and went all over our bedspread. I went running for the toilet in our bathroom...but I am sad to say, I completely missed the toilet. Thank goodness the cabinet above the toilet was closed, otherwise all of our toiletries would have been clothed in my mess.

Anyway, puke went everywhere. It was 11pm, and I was already exhausted. Now I got to clean up my puke. I tried to reason with Mike that cleaning up my puke was part of the deal when we made our vows. He just grinned and said, "just make sure you don't miss anything."

I did a pretty good job....but I am thankful the cleaning lady is coming tomorrow.

I tried to have a good attitude while I was cleaning and decided that it was all preparation for the dirty diapers, puke, and other creations my little one will be bestowing on me at some point.....It was still gross though.