So, my 40th birthday is tomorrow.

This morning, I get the call that my dad is back in the hospital.  Apparently, my step-mother took him in last night, but I didn’t hear about it until this morning, when my Aunt Dee called me.  I might have been able to go see him last night, but today is a bit more difficult.  He has a fever, and from what I can gather, they are going to run a scope down is stomach again to see if they can see something else going on.

Mom was unable to get the surgery time today, so next Tuesday, she will be having the lining replace in her hip.  At this point, I just need to ensure that she stays pretty much immobile, and really rests.  It will help with the surgery as well, I would imagine, if she is well rested.  At least I hope that will be the case. 

I got the call this morning that I didn’t pass my glucose test on Friday.  They want you to be between 78 and 140, I’m at 141 Surprise, surprise.  I’ve eaten my fair share of candy this past month.  And ice cream.  I am a stress eater, and I’ve been stressed.  So, I have reverted to my bad pre-weight watchers behavior of trying to fix everything with chocolate.  Apparently, I can handle that, but the baby can’t.  I’ve got to do the next test, the 3 hour fasting…  They would like it BEFORE my appointment on Friday.  Hmm.  Yeah, ok.  I was proud enough that I did the blood draw last week without crying.  I can not imagine that I will not be balling and making a scene for this test.  They draw blood 3 times in 2 hours.  Then, of course, I’ll have to go back to work.  How lovely fun is that?  I’ve already eaten chocolate today (can you say I love mint m&m’s), and so I’m hoping to do the test on Thursday.  That way I’ll have 48 hours without any candy in my mouth.  Maybe that will help. 

On Friday, I also have to have yet another RH- shot in my booty.  Can you see what kind of week this is turning into?  Not much better than the last two.

Tomorrow, I have an immensely busy day.  It includes and open lab for HiSoftware and Section 508 Checkpoints.  Then I have a long Procurement meeting…  Then I hop on the light rail to meet John at 5 for a quick dinner, then it’s off to Birthing Class.  If I’m lucky, we will be home by 10.  There will be no birthday cake for me…  Not with my bad test results, and another test to take before weeks end.  I really don’t want to be a diabetic for the rest of the pregnancy.

I think maybe I’ll open Stephens B-day gifts tonight.  I really need a pick-me-up.  All I do is cry lately.