And we're in the final stretch!

Yesterday marked the start of week 28, which means I have begun the third trimester. It's true what they say: Pregnancy really does go by faster than you think. I still feel like June will take forever to get here, but hey, I do have two thirds of my pregnancy behind me. What's one more third?

This morning I had to take my 1-hour glucose test to find out if I have gestational diabetes. Aly really enjoyed those first 10 minutes after I drank what tasted like a flat Sunkist. She was bouncing off the walls of her little home, and I swear I heard a teeny "wahoo!" from under my skin. Then, my tiny little child with way too much sugar in her system did what all kids will do — she crashed. I didn't feel her for the last 50 minutes of waiting or while I was being drained of blood. I only felt her after I got home, because she got the hiccups. Now she's sleeping again. Poor little sugar-filled baby.

I don't think I'll know until my next OB appt. (next week) about whether I have gestational diabetes. I don't think I do, but the test will tell for sure! (Or it will tell for maybe, and I'll have to go back for a 3-hour test.)