Sunday night about 10:30 I came into the kitchen to get a drink of water. While I was filling my glass at the fridge I noticed something very sticky slowly dripping from the bottom of the upper kitchen cabinets. Knowing what it was but not really wanting to find out I hesitantly opened the cupboard doors to find honey spread all over the top shelf, dripping onto the middle shelf, and then onto the bottom shelf. Sweet.
Today, I am a human pincushion. I went to the doctor’s to take my 28 week glucose test (YUCK!). The nurse poked me twice trying to draw blood. She failed twice. So they sent me to the hospital to get my blood work done there. The hospital tried to get me to drink the nasty glucose drink again but thankfully I was able to point out on the medical test form (that they never really seem to look at) where the doctor had written in big capital letters “PATIENT ALREADY DRANK GLUCOSE JUST NEEDS BLOOD DRAWN.” At least they were kind enough to only poke me once.
Special Dark wants to know why I swallowed a baby.
I must be carrying the pregnancy weight evenly all over. Several of my daughters’ friends have asked why their mother is getting fat. Most have been teenage boys.
And for those who want to see more of my daughters’ trip to Barcelona you can visit the blog my parents set up P.S. Have a Happy Day. Don’t you love that title? It’s what my mom always signs her letters to the grandkids with.