I never got a call from the doc, so I guess I passed the one hour glucose tolerance test - hurrah! I was worried I wouldn't pass - so I'm glad that is over!
Of course, I've managed to catch a cold, and feel like CRAP. I think colds are the worst kind of sick. You aren't sick enough to justify staying home from work - but you feel just bad enough to want to curl up in a little ball.
And I can't even take Ny-quil. Sigh.
Tonight, out for dinner with my neighbors to celebrate my birthday! Hurrah! Tomorrow, Happy Birthday to me! And I shall eat cake (yippie for no GD!)