This afternoon I had my 1 hour
gestational diabetes (or dia-BEAT-eez as my lovely southern nurse refers to it) test. The doctor swore I didn't have any of the "risk factors" for developing it, but being a hypochondriac I had convinced myself that I will get it and have to give up all that sugar I've been craving! Not to mention, I really didn't want to have to go back and do a 3 hour follow-up test. Plus, papa Rob is the sugar police already & having GD would 1.) give him an opportunity to say "I told you to lay off the sweets" & 2.) I kinda want to punch him every time he tells me not to eat something...OK, I really want to punch him, and I have, when he does that...so I know he would be following me around w/a taser to stop me from eating sugar.
WELL, thankfully for me (and papa Rob), I passed the test with flying colors (140 is passing and I had an 80!)...I tried to convinced Rob that my body must be made to eat sugar (I don't think he bought it) and to celebrate, I'm eating this:
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| Panera's Valentine's Day cookie |
Suck on that GD!
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