A Threeeeeeeee Hourrrrrr Tour!

I had my 3-hour gestational diabetes test today. I figured I would schedule it immediately rather than try to put it off.

I will say, the waiting was the very worst part. I brought my bible study book and a magazine to pass the time but it still felt like it dragged on forever.

The first hour I felt extremely sick and faint due to the shock of sugar to my system after fasting, but it really wasn't bad at all. I felt better by hour 2 and by hour 3 I was 90% better.

They told me "no news is good news" so I am praying nobody calls me tomorrow!

Gah!

Well, I failed the 1-hour glucose test. hat means I get to undergo the 3-hour tomorrow morning. I am bummed but at the same time, simply glad for modern medicine allowing me the opportunity to know if there is something wrong. Being on a restrictive diet or having to take (more) shots would be a massive bummer but anything to keep my little man healthy and safe!

We're having a lot of stress related to our insurance, so any warm fuzzies or prayers you have would be appreciated. Basically, the woman who does HR for Rob's former company feels absolutely no pressure or rush to get us the COBRA info in a timely fashion so we have been "deactivated" and it is causing problems. There's more to it then that but I won't bore you.

In more positive news, Rob had an interview early this morning and he is still gone, 2 hours later. I am choosing to look at this as an excellent sign! This is the job he really wants because there are a lot of perks you don't typically see in his industry, such as days that are only 10.5 hours long and some weekends off (unheard of!)

The Good and The Meh

I had another doctor's appointment today. Everything seems to be going on swell! Praise God for that! Le bebe sounded nice and healthy and I am holding steady on my weight, which I was concerned about. I also did my gestational diabetes test. I spend time on The Bump message boards and from the way many people write about it, I was literally expecting hell on Earth but that was not the case at all. My bottle of glucola was very small and tasted like fruit punch. I literally had it down in two sips. Now, I get to wait for the results.

Rob had a job interview today and they are doing a background check. I really hope it works out. The situation is not ideal but we desperately, desperately need for him to find a job. No joke. I paid the doctor $720 this morning, I have to pay COBRA for the month, which is as yet undetermined because his HR lady hates him, and we have to spend $100 on Paris for her seizure medicine tomorrow. Oh, and I have to pick up another prescription, too. Anybody have some winning lotto numbers to spare?

All kidding aside, so long as the baby is healthy, I don't care about money. We are still actively trying to live in a place of faith, not fear. Sometimes we have to gently remind ourselves. OK, maybe we have to do a lot of reminding, but it's all OK, either way.