Glucose - Shmucose

So I don't think I shared this lovely piece of information with you all last week... I failed my first glucose test. I know, right? In case you aren't familiar with the whole test, let me fill you in. So while you are pregnant they test your blood sugar for gestational diabetes. You go to a lab/doctor's office and drink a glucose drink (aka sugar drink). Then, you wait an hour and then they test your blood to see how your body has processed it. If you don't make the cutoff score, you fail. Well, I failed. Great. NOW I have to do it again. However, the second time around, you can't eat and after you drink the stuff, they have to take your blood on the hour for three hours. Thats right. I said three hours. Three hours of sitting in a little lab waiting room chair. I can barely sit in a recliner without feeling uncomfortable - let alone some rock hard, pleather covered chair. If its not obvious enough, I am NOT excited. Several people on facebook who have been through the ordeal didn't try to sugar coat it (excuse the pun haha). They said, yes its miserable, but all you can do is suck it up and bring a book. I have been working on my reading collection tonight. I have gathered up the second Twilight book (which I have already read, but thought this might be a great time to read it again since the movie will be coming out soon), several parenting magazines I've gotten in the mail that I haven't read yet, and, of course "What to Expect When You're Expecting" and "What to Expect Baby's First Year". Maybe that will keep me entertained. I am REALLY wishing they had a little cot so I could just lay down and sleep the time away... I doubt thats the case though.

So that is what I am doing with my day off tomorrow. Jealous, aren't you? I know. Try to hold it in. Well, I hope everyone has a great day at work or school tomorrow! Let's keep our fingers crossed that I don't bomb this test! I'm not sure what kind of diet I would be put on to control things if things don't turn out well, but I have a feeling they are going to take my pasta...(this is where the back of my hand gently grazes my forehead as my chin tilts up and my eyes slowly close). I can't even go there.

Oh, so before I hit the sack, I do have to share some random information about Iraq. Apparently they have hyenas. Yes, you read correctly. I was talking to Adam tonight and he decided to share that at the perimeter fence the other day they caught a hyena. Um, ok, first of all, why would you want to catch a hyena? Are they that desperate for animal companionship? Secondly, how exactly does one catch a hyena? So he said that they had some problems with something getting into the trash so they set out some traps. Low and behold, they caught a hyena. Apparently some idiot video tapped the action packed scene and emailed it to everyone on post. Can you believe this? My husband goes away to war in Iraq and I have to worry about him being killed by a wild hyena! There is something wrong here. Anyway, he said they used some rope thing to wrangle the thing and ended up releasing it I guess. (They probably shot it but Adam was trying to spare my feelings). I told him to be careful (as I usually do ) as I said goodbye, only this time I didn't picutre missles being fired at him - I pictured the poor guy in his boxers running for his life from the bathhouse as a crazed hyena chased from behind. I know - highly unlikely, but funny to picture none the less.

Well, I'm really off to bed now. Gotta get some rest for my long day of, well, sitting tomorrow. Haha. Wish me luck! I'll be sure to post as soon as I hear something back!