stomach hate, baby love

so i had to take the hated glucose test this morning. with j's dire warnings about even looking at a slice of bread, breakfast was foregone, and the hateful drink imbibed.

except -- the drink itself wasn't THAT bad. i had imagined horrible elf-syrupy consistency, but it was more like a really really sweet, carbonated fanta. the dayworkers would lap that stuff up if we passed that out on sunday mornings.

we shall see the results later, but for now, i have a stomach ache and baby is getting a sugar rush, which he seems to enjoy, given that he's awake before his usual noon. happy tuesday.