Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Happy Valentine's Day

So it's Valentines day and I'm here all alone because Hubby is away at work and won't be home until tomorrow. But yesterday he bought me a dozen roses, a box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates and a giant card. So I guess I can't really complain too much.

Anyway on a completely unrelated subject, I failed my glucose Tolerance test on Friday, so there is a good chance I have gestational diabetes. I only failed by .2 , so not by much. They like to see under 7.8 and I got 8. Oh well, now I get to go see a dietician.

The test itself wasn't that bad. They make you drink a drink that is essentially orange drink like from Mc Donalds but with EXTRA sugar. And then you aren't allowed to walk around for an hour and then they take your blood. We got bored in the waiting room just sitting there, and we wanted to take a look around the maternity ward. So hubby went and got a wheelchair and pushed me around the hospital. Our maternity tour lasted all of 5 minutes and there was like three rooms. All were empty. and so was the nursery. Which is kinda funny because I was worried about maybe having to get a private room, but seriously. I will probably be the only person in the whole ward.

Thats all I know for now, so I've got to go paint some things so we can put our house up for sale. Because we are moving. Again. Yay! This was the thing I wasn't allowed to talk about before because nothing was for sure at that point.


  1. You really stress me out. Your not suppose to paint, your note supposed to eat sea food, your not supposed to go in a hottub, your not supposed to fly. Holly shit Cindy your stressing me out.I'd say happy v day but I'm not a follower of the holiday. But a lady at work got chocalates and a rose delivered by a small eight year old boy who played her a song on the violin. I almost cried. Somebodies getting some love tonight. It was really neat.
    Anyway gotta jet

  2. Anonymous8:06 AM

    Oh my God...all the hard work you did on the "do-it-yourself" stuff and someone else is going to enjoy it? Don't get stressed packing and stuff...make your husband do it!