I had my glucose test today! It was lame. I just chilled in the doctor’s office for an hour after drinking what tasted like a Capri-Sun that had been left on the soccer field. Then the lady took SO MUCH BLOOD and I thought I’d get to find out right then and there if my husband and mother’s suspicions about my sugar level were right. But alas, they said I wouldn’t know for a week. LAME. I’d like to prove my hard earned tolerance towards massive sugar consumption immediately!

But the worse part of it was, I didn’t get to enjoy my Sabbath from Lent yesterday! Now, I did sneak a few handfuls of yummy jelly beans and Skittles from my sister-in-law. She and my MIL threw an amazing shower for me on Sunday with some close Goldsboro friends and family and of course, she had candy for me on the table. But I was really excited about partaking in some Chewy Sprees that my friend Diane gave me on Saturday and then I panicked about my glucose test and resisted. Now they are staring at me from my purse… taunting me. mocking me. belittling me.

WHY OH WHY you delicious little devils!?!

Who (besides Jude) is putting money down that I won’t hold out until next Sunday to eat these sweet nectar of goodness?