Today I have my test for gestational diabetes, which means I get to drink my lovely sugar cocktail as a nice chaser for my breakfast.
One of the little benefits of being seen by one of Rob's partners is that he can bring the glucose drink home. This means I can chug it at home and then drive in with all the kids to have my blood drawn, instead of having to drink it at the office and then sit around a waiting room with three kids for an hour.
That is actually a huge benefit all things considered.
Last night, as I was trying to describe why the glucose drink tastes so strangely awful, Rob surprised me. He told me to save the little bit of glucose that would be left over and he would drink it when he came home. Just to see what it's all about.
Solidarity, baby. Or misery loves company. Take your pick.
(PS: today is also the feast of St. Polycarp, so maybe Rob's favorite saint has inspired him to be bold?)