All's Well

Today was a doctor visit with the glucose test, to see if I've got "the diabetes." They had me drink the sugary stuff, which wasn't too bad. The lab tech chose fruit punch for me, she said she tasted a little bit and it's better than the orange. It was remarkably like concentrated hawaiian punch and it wasn't too much to handle. I though it would make little Johnny rambunctious in my tummy, but he was pretty relaxed. An hour later they drew two vials of blood and I will hear (or not) in the next three days if we passed the test.

We're getting down to the wire, I have to start going to the doctor every 2 weeks now. And after mid-September I can't travel more than an hour from home. Sorry Mom & Dad, you'll have to come here to see the bump any more. Dad already says he's not coming to see the baby every weekend, no matter how cute he is. So I don't expect a lot of visits from him. Maybe we'll take one last trip to Venice and the beach before I'm on restriction.

As anyone who's been pregnant before knows, this is a very public time in a woman's life. Friends, relatives, and strangers alike are quick with an opinion about the size and shape of your belly. I have a bad habit of stressing about this, but my mind was set slightly at ease by searching Flickr for photos of other women at this stage, and by the fact that my fundal height was right on target :-)