This past Friday, GTB and I went to the doctor where I was handed a little bottle of orange drank. Drinking what tasted like flat Orange Crush was the first step in a test to determine whether or not I’ve got gestational diabetes. Apparently, they test pretty much every 28-weeks pregnant woman for it now. The orange drink tasted pretty good at first, but by the last gulp I was having some trouble getting it down. Ten minutes later, I was lying on the exam bed with a gut ache. An hour after that, someone was drawing blood from my arm.

And today, I got the results back and I do not have gestational diabetes. Nor am I anemic. My doctor said to keep up the healthy diet.

Naturally, I celebrated by eating a handful of peanut butter-filled pretzels.

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