Busy Morning

This morning, I had my glucose tolerance test. I survived without crying or throwing any tantrums, and while that doesn't sound like much, I feel it is an accomplishment! See, this is the first pregnancy I've ever had to do this. The test was originally scheduled for last week. I am one of those people who wake up at all hours of the night to drink something, because breathing through my nose isn't a function God gave me (at least not regularly), and mouth breathing requires lots of extra water. On top of that, I have rarely gone a day in my life without eating something as soon as I wake up. Cholesterol tests that require fasting even allow for drinking water. I wasn't sure I could do it!

Last week, I woke up all hours of the night, thirsty as usual. If it were to be a snow day, David would have been able to stay home with the kids and I could have gone to take the test. If it was not a snow day, I was going to have been parched all night for no reason. This made it all the more difficult, and I confess that I was really a baby about it. It was not a snow day, I missed a lot of sleep, and didn't look forward to today, my rescheduled appointment.

So yesterday, I loaded up on the water in the evening and had a more public than I care to discuss fit about it (on Facebook, but now deleted!) and received some much needed encouragement from a couple of dear friends. (Thank you Elizabeth and Shannon!) And while I woke up at 12:09 wanting water, I managed to make it through the rest of the night without too much discomfort or difficulty.

The hunger thing turned out not to be an issue, either, thanks to a bit of a scare I received last night. David had a session meeting, and about 20 minutes after his expected arrival, I received a phone call saying he hadn't made it. I figured it was probably due to traffic. Another half hour passed, and our pastor called and said, "I'm not calling to alarm you, but David still isn't here. Mike and I are going to go looking for him. Which route do you think he would have taken?" Well, this did alarm me! That my worry-wart of a mother (who will call hospitals and police departments if I'm 10 minutes late) was here, certainly didn't help! Within a matter of minutes, I discovered (via a few local websites) that there had been an accident at the Saundersville Road exit on Hwy 386 and it was backed up through all of Hendersonville. This being David's route, I was pretty certain that was what caused his delay. But with all the alarmist trappings that I found myself in, I of course wondered if the accident could have included David! Samuel even asked me, "Do you think we will ever see Daddy again?" Rip out my heart, why don't ya, kid?! Anyhow, shortly after all that, David called from the school saying that he got out of traffic and returned to the school to make phone calls when he realized he wasn't going to get through. I had more than a few tears of relief and threw up (which always seems to come far too easily during pregnancy, even after the morning sickness phase) and that is why I wasn't very hungry this morning!

Just as an aside to last night's story, I did pester him about getting a cell phone. I even shamelessly asked our pastor (more than once, I'm afraid) to pester him as well! David told me that he had just been bragging about me that I didn't nag on this point, when many might be prone to nag. Well, I suppose I'm not so much of a non-nagger as I'd like to think when I get really ruffled. (sigh...)

So anyhow! I took today's test and got directons to go to Elliston Place Soda Shop for a good breakfast afterward. It must be good, even though it looks like a dive, because there was virually no parking! Had I parallel parked sometime within the last several years, perhaps I'd have given it a go, but decided to head in the direction of home instead. I stopped in Hendersonville to get gas and went to Panera Bread for a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. (I mysteriously found cash in my wallet earlier this week! That never happens!) I was excited to have a yummy breakfast sandwich as a treat there, and while it wasn't bad, I can't say that it was really exciting, either. I'm spoiled by our farm eggs, and the egg on that sandwich was pretty tasteless in comparison. I did find it hilarious that they tried to make them sound better by calling them "freshly cracked eggs"! (Oh goodie! Not fake eggs, but real ones that have a shell, even if they don't taste like it!) The cheese on it was good! (Perhaps after I start making more of my own cheese, I'll be a cheese snob, too???) After that, I did a bit of grocery shopping at Walmart and stopped by the wine shop on the way home to get some small bottles of Cabernet Souvignon (for Beef Burgundy) and Chardonnay (for Venison in a cream-wine sauce). I do miss having an occasional glass of wine, and thought that the taste of it minus the alcohol would be a nice mid-pregnancy treat.

So then on toward home. David has now gone to work and I'm enjoying my little cowboys and Indians that are scampering about the house. I should find out by Monday what the results of my Glucose Tolerance Test are, but was told that "no news is good news." Hope y'all are having a terriffic Thursday!