Last week I took the dreaded glucose challenge test so my doctor could decide whether or not I am a gestational diabetic. She scheduled this test during week 13 of my pregnancy (due to my past history) and I was a snotty, uncooperative patient who refused to take the test several times. Last week, week 26, I finally gave in and drank the orange drink.
Hooray! Hooray! This does not mean that I get to eat cookies and ice cream everyday, all day, but it does mean that I can stop being afraid of bread.