A Cavity in the Proverbial Sweet Tooth?

Yesterday was my gestational diabetes test. Really hoping I passed. GD sounds like no fun at all.

The saddest part was I was sitting in the waiting area after downing the delicious glucose drink (flat orange soda, anyone?) and thinking "wow, I should have a really big piece of chocolate cake tonight in case they tell me I have GD and have to lay off the sweets."

Evy has her Daddy's sweet tooth. Before I got pregnant, I would make Ted a batch of brownies and ask only that he'd save me a corner or two... Now he could well lose a finger if he touches any of them without inquiring as to our (me and Baby Evy's) brownie requirements and acquisitions. And he has gotten more than one death stare. :)

So my fingers are crossed that I don't have GD -you know, for health reasons.... and because I have two-thirds of Amy's birthday cakes sitting on my kitchen counter.

Someone pass the skim milk.