My Husband Rocks

After his joke fail last week he has truly redeemed himself!

I have been dreading my 1 hour glucose test. Most do not know, but with my youngest son I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. While no one truly believes I had a genuine issue with my blood sugar because of the levels I maintained while testing 4x a day from 30 weeks on… and the fact that my youngest was smaller than my oldest son, at a whole 7lbs. 3oz. it still was a big stress factor.

This pregnancy they made me go 10 weeks early for the test because of the increased risk I could have gestational diabetes with this baby, and the complications it could cause. While I don’t really believe in the effectiveness of the test itself, because of the strides I have gone through to be able to be seen by MY midwife, I wasn’t about to rock the boat.

After scheduling issues, and then having to cancel one appointment because I was hacking my lungs up, I finally went on Saturday morning before the stress of the Festival of the Christmas Trees, and all the various activities we were committed to over the weekend. I thought for sure simply because of the stress, I was going to fail.

I got out of bed at 7am, and was at the Quest testing place by 7:30. Only to find out my appointment had been booked for 8, not 7:30 like I thought. I was lucky enough that they weren’t too busy, and just let it slide. I drank the orange nastiness and struggled to keep it down. With my oldest son, I threw up the test every time I took it, whether it was an attempt at a 1 hour, or 3 hour.

I kept it down, and yesterday morning when the phone rang and I saw the caller ID announcing it was my midwives office, my heart sank. I knew for sure I failed. There was my midwife on the other end, bright eyed and bushy tailed congratulating me on my awesome score, and telling me to continue to do whatever it is I am because it is working.

Holy hell!  It felt like a HUGE burden had been lifted off of my shoulders. I was waiting for instructions to start up care again with my endocrinologist and I got nothing of the sort!

Of course I immediately text’ed my husband to give him the amazing news!  He messaged me back with a huge congrats, which warmed my heart like always. We chatted at lunch time, and then when he walked in the door from work I was shocked to see him carrying flowers.

He gave me a big hug and kiss, as I started to cry… of course because I am a cry baby these days. God damn hormones!  And explained the meaning of each flower.

1 Red Rose for me, the mother of his children…
3 White Roses for each of our children…

Which made me cry even more… Seriously, where does he hide this side?

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