Apparently, when one eats most of a bag of Valentine's jelly hearts before bed, and then wakes up at 4:30 a.m. hungry and eats homemade pink frosting followed by chocolate milk, her urine has glucose in it. So, they had to prick my finger and check my blood sugar. I still hate having my finger poked. Fortunately I had the best shot nurse in the clinic, and Q distracted me by talking about soup, and it wasn't so bad. My blood sugar came back fine, by the way, but I have been cut off from candy. Unfortunately, sour candy has been my one pregnancy craving.
In other news, Babycue's head is in the right place, and I am not dilated at all. And I wish the doctor's office would get bigger cover-up sheets.
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