Today, was just me and the boys and I knew that if I didn't have a plan to get out of bed and a list of things to get done, I would spend the entire day sitting around, reminiscing about the days when Andrew was home to share the workload with me (read: do everything).
First order of business was getting my glucose tolerance test done. This involved me downing a bottle of sugar water that tasted like flat lemonade, keeping the boys quiet as we waited in the pathology clinic waiting room for two hours straight and having my blood drawn three times.
I managed to survive the test and the boys did remarkably well in that waiting room. The nurse asked me multiple times if they always behaved so well, and (proud mama moment) I was able to answer yes, most of the time.
The boys getting restless after hour number two. |
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