The sweet life

Today I received my first pregnancy comment from a stranger. He looked at my belly and hesitantly asked, "Sooooo...when are you due?" followed by "Is this your first?" then "Boy or girl?" He seemed very happy for me. Sweet guy.

I was wearing this shirt I bought at Hot Topic shortly after I found out I was pregnant. It's from a kid's show called Yo Gabba Gabba. (Love this Talk Soup clip, btw.) Even though this isn't a maternity tee, I think it's very appropriate given the circumstances.

By the way, when I asked Brent to take a pic of my shirt, I didn't realize he was including me from the neck up. I wouldn't have been messing with my hair and probably would have smiled had I known. Didn't want you to think I was purposely trying to give you all bedroom eyes.

This morning I fasted for three hours in preparation for my glucose screening. When it came time to finally drink this bottle of liquid, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it tasted EXACTLY. LIKE. HAWAIIAN. PUNCH! My mother-in-law jokingly offered to add some tequila and lime to it for me before she took me to get my blood drawn. Mmm... probably wouldn't have been half-bad blended with some ice. Glucose Slurpees for everyone!

I had my MIL take me to the doctor's instead of Brent because it was going to be a simple blood draw, but I still wanted someone to drive me. I had heard that some women have very adverse reactions to the test -- including nausea, extreme fatigue, headaches, etc. -- and I wanted to be prepared in the event that I couldn't drive myself back. I felt fine after drinking the liquid and getting my blood drawn. The nurse didn't exactly use kid gloves when taking my blood, so now I have a gnarly bruise on my arm. I should find out the results Monday morning.

My MIL and I grabbed some lunch on the way home. By the time I finished eating, I started to feel the sugar crash. I headed home and proceeded to nap for two and a half hours! I woke up at one point in a pool of drool (sorry, TMI) and in that nap haze where you have to figure out what time and even what day it is. I was happy to remember that it was only Friday evening.

Weekend, here I come!

"Malls are just awful and humiliating. They’re just store after store of these horrible salespeople making a big fuss out of an adult shopping in a junior’s section. There are petite adults who are sort of … smaller, who need to wear … maybe a kids’ size 10." - Angela, The Office