Oh you crazy sugars, you

Boo to you, Christmas sweets!
Boo to you, Lucky Charms!
Boo to you, afternoon bon bons!

Y'all, today I failed my 27 week one-hour glucose test. I had a weird feeling this was going to happen. Looking on the bright side, it could be worse. I only "just failed it" by a few points and my three other babies haven't been 9 pounders, so kind Dr. S. is taking pity on me and not making me take the dreaded 3-hour test. The bad news is that I do have to fast and retest at my next appointment and worse, I have to follow the "gestational diabetes" diet until then.

I had a feeling that this might happen, because this pregnancy I cannot get enough sweets. I love me some good white flour and sugar! I've already gained what I gained total in my first pregnancy at 28 weeks. My butt is bigger and I'm on track to gain 40 pounds. This little hiccup is probably the wake-up call that I need to exercise more and cut out the Nutella toast. Ah, you know what, I'm honestly too tired to care right now. I've been running ragged the past two days, driving all over town doing important things like getting my hair done and going to Bible Study and oh yeah, using about 100 Kleenexes trying to keep my boys from having walrus noses the past 48 hours they've both had ucky colds. Parenting two small children while growing one inside is wearing me out. So, I am going to try my best to be good the next few weeks. Tonight we had salmon, sweet potatoes and salad for dinner. But, as this very well may be my last pregnancy, I'm also going to have an "occasional" cookie. :) Hopefully they'll give me the green light to go back to my nightly bowl of ice cream in three weeks. That's what pregnancy is all about, right?

The babe looks great. I can never remember when they are going to do an ultrasound, so I was happy to get one today and see the babe's sweet little body swimming around in there. Dr. S. loves to circle that boy part with his little pointer. He's still a boy!