Sugar, Sugar, Sugar - Round 2!

If going through the emotional ups and downs of losing my grandpa wasn't enough, I got a call from the doctor saying that I did not pass my 1-hour glucose test.  In order to pass the test, I would have to have a blood sugar level of under 140 and mine was 142.  Ahhh, I was so close!

Because of this, I now had to do the 3-hour glucose test.  This test should really be renamed to be the "how strong are you" test because it is one of the hardest things I had to go through with this pregnancy thus far.  I really don't even know if Navy Seals or Army Rangers could do that (my brother at the Naval Academy and Lucas' brother in the ROTC would probably disagree with me).  Give me morning sickness at all hours of the day over this test.  The rules of this test was that for 12 hours before the test, you can not eat or drink anything.  So when we went into the lab at 9am the lab workers drew my blood to measure my standing or normal blood sugar level.  After they drew my blood, they then give me double the amount of drink from the 1-hour test.  Luckily this time the flavor they gave me was orange, which tasted like a really flat extra sweet Fanta drink.  For the next three hours, they drew my blood ever hour and only after my last draw could I eat or drink.  Let me tell you, telling a pregnant woman that you can't eat or drink (not even water) until 1:30pm is just plain mean.

After the test was over I made Lucas take me to the restaurant across the street to load up on pancakes and bacon, my favorite breakfast.  To cheer me up Lucas even took me to Sprinkles cupcakes where we picked up the best red velvet and strawberry cupcakes I have ever had and two little peanut butter cupcakes for the pups at home.

Cross your fingers that I pass this test!

Today the Baby Got Another Guardian Angel...

It is with a heavy heart that I write this next post.  Last week, my grandpa was in a motorcycle accident on his way to visit my grandma's grave.  It was a daily tradition for him since my grandma passed away three and a half years ago to visit her twice a day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon.  It was his way of starting and ending his day with the love of his life.  I don't know two people more in love with each other, and that is hard when I look at how much love Lucas and I have and when I see my parents more in love now then when they got married almost 33 years ago.

After the accident happened, my parents flew Lucas and I home so that we could be with the family and so that I could spend a few days by my grandpa's side in the ICU.  Sadly, this morning we lost him.  We all know that he is in a better place and could not be happier to finally be with my grandma, his Pa'ahana.  I'm sad and disappointed that our baby will never get to know one of the greatest men in my life.  There is nothing that he wouldn't do for our family and I hope he knows how much we love and miss him.

Our baby will grow up hearing so many stories about my grandparents and how much they loved us and love this little one. To help the baby know who they were and how they touched our lives I hope to do many of the things I remember most when I was growing up with them like shabu-shabu meals outside the house, taking dinner to the park or beach and popping our own popcorn and smuggling it (with drinks) in the movie theaters in my grandma's red "Mary Poppins" purse.

We love you Grandpa and Grandma! Watch over us and the baby.