Yesterday I went for my monthly prenatal check-up, this time it involved a glucose tolerance test. For those of you who have never enjoyed this fun test, basically they give you a 10 oz. bottle of orange (or fruit punch) syrupy liquid to drink. An hour later they draw blood. The drink tastes exactly like orange soda to me, but non-carbonated, and way more sugary. Everyone always talks about how bad it tastes. I don't think it's that bad. It's the overdose of sugar coasting through my veins that makes me feel all jittery and unable to focus that I don't like. So I did that blood test, feeling pretty confident that I'd fail and have to take the three hour version of the test. I was borderline gestationally diabetic with my last pregnancy. Which means I shouldn't really eat all the candy and desserts that I eat. But I love candy and desserts. :(
My doctor's office called this morning to inform me that my glucose tolerance bloodwork came back normal. Hoorah! I immediately went to Target and bought our Halloween candy stash. Okay, not immediately, I went to a little Halloween Carnival at church for the little kids first, then the pharmacy to buy an iron supplement (apparently my blood test shows that my hemoglobin levels are low). THEN I went to Target and bought 8 lbs. of candy. Really, 8 lbs. I just weighed myself with it. And of course I only bought the kind of candy that I like. Because that's what you do for one. And for two, because last year we got stuck with 90% of our Halloween candy because Princess Sparkley puked as I was getting her costume on her to go trunk-or-treating and Boy didn't bring in too big of a hall with just he and daddy going to our church's trunk-or-treat, late. And no one... NO ONE came to our house. I couldn't believe it. But I was certainly glad that I always buy my favorite candies and not just the crap candy I don't want to eat.