Glucola!

Doesn't that word sound like it should be something really fun?

It's not... it's the term for the first trimester Gestational Diabetes screening I did this morning. While the Orange-flavored Tang knock-off was better than what I envisioned drinking, my hopes were still just the tiniest bit disappointed... after all, don't promise a girl GLUCOLA! (to be read in a Spanish "Ole!" inflection) and deliver glucola (to be read in a post-nasal drip 90 pound wuss inflection) :(

I got to hear the baby's heartbeat again on the doppler... today was 160 beats per minute. Old wives, that means girl apparently. However, the last reading was 125... so either my little hermaphrodite switched teams between the scans, or that old wive's tale isn't particularly reliable. I am getting eager to know what the baby's gender is. I took a quiz online at Parents.com, which told me it was too close to call. The Chinese calendar says it's a girl. My father in law told my husband to finish his dissertation so his grandson doesn't have to suffer through it, too... apparently 1 vote for the boy camp. I've read about these over the counter tests sold at Target and Walgreens... I'm so tempted... but, my next appointment is October 27. I suppose I can wait until then!

Hope you all are having a Glucola! day... not a glucola :( day...