Besides, yesterday turned into The Day That Wouldn't End. And I don't know if you've heard, but the entire eastern seaboard is preparing for a little weather that's coming our way. Yee. Haw.
Let's start with that weather, shall we? "Frankenstorm," alternately known as the Pluperfect Storm, Bad Sandy, the Worst Weather Event That Will Ever Happen Here Ever Ever, Run Away We Are Not Kidding.
There's nothing like living inside the cone of uncertainty to make the television weather people lose their you-know-what.
Having lived in hurricane country, I can't seem to get a good head of steam worked up about this storm. I'm expecting power outages and we've put away all the outside toys and furniture.
Other than that, we'll just have to ride it out with the metric ton of candy we have in the house.
As you may have inferred from the previous take, my kids have already gone trick or treating.
Our town always picks the Friday before Halloween for trick or treat night. Usually I hate that they change it, but this year it worked out since I have zero interest in being outside for the next three or four days.
On the downside, I will be cooped up with all the children and all the candy. Those mini Reese's cups are calling my name, but I have to be verrrrrry careful around them because . . . . .
I failed my one hour glucose test. Gah.
I have been six for six so far, and I was kind of hoping that this would be my lucky seventh time. But I forgot that I used up my lucky time on Bun when they made me take the test twice. They couldn't believe that my levels were normal for such a big baby.
This time my level was not so normal, so now I get to do the 3 hour glucose tolerance test at the hospital. It sounds like so much fun, I just know you're going to be jealous. I get to have my blood drawn to determine my fasting blood sugar, then I get to drink a big old sugar load and have my blood drawn at 1, 2, and 3 hours post chug-a-lug. If I fail two out of the four, then I have gestational diabetes.
And if I throw up in the middle of the test, I get to do it all over again.
Jealous? Told you.
I made Rob go over all the things that would have to change if I end up having gestational diabetes.
Turns out it's a lot.
Not the least of which is if I fail the 3 hour, I've pretty much punched my ticket for a sixth straight induction. Considering how much I've been hoping and praying to go into labor on my own this time, that's a pretty disappointing prospect.
Rob feels confident that I will pass the test and that I am putting the cart way before the horse. I, chugging my sugar from the half empty glass, am just as confident that the diabetes horse has already left the barn.
I wish that dumb horse would stay put.
Of course, I'm supposed to get all this testing done on Tuesday morning. Right in the middle of the storm. Woot.
But let's forget about all that and see some Halloween pics, okay?
|Princess #1 = Rapunzel|
Complete with sassy princess pose, natch.
|Princess #2 = Snow White|
Or as Mopsy calls her, "'Fo White"
|Princess #3 = Egyptian princess|
She really wanted to be a ninja, but I didn't have the wherewithal
to get a costume together this year. This rayon masterpiece was purchased
from the ransacked Halloween aisle in Target.
|Angry Bird, complete with "angry face"|
This costume is 25 years old. My brothers, Francie, and Fiver have all
worn it. Apparently fire-breathing dragons never go out of style.
|Princess #4 = Baby Cinderella|
|A very sad Baby Cinderella watches the other kids go off to trick or treat|
without her. It's hard to be the baby sometimes.
And as a bonus for sticking around long enough to get to #7?
The doctor is in . . .
While listening to what we were told was a particularly boisterous and dangerous ninja wrestling match, Rob said:
Why can't they ever play something quiet? Like "Contemplative Monks?" Then instead of hearing screaming, we would hear, "oh! Time to illuminate a manuscript! Time for Compline!"
See you after the storm, my friends!
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