25 Weeks

I had my glucose test this morning which was nothing compared to what everyone was making it out to be. The drink tasted like a funky Sunkist, and they waited an hour to take a couple of vials of blood. Big whoop. The worst part of the drink was the aftertaste, but I chugged it and didn't have the chance to experience the aftertaste until the drink was completely gone. So it wasn't so bad. I lived without being traumatized too horribly.

I have gained 13 pounds since this pregnancy began. Which is right on track but still saddening. Guess it's a good thing I've started exercising more regularly. I'm going to need the stamina to hit the workouts hard after Anya arrives. But I'm motivated. And determined to be in even better shape than I was pre-pregnancy by the time Ryan comes home next year. I want to be awesome for his homecoming.

I have a mid-term in my Web Design class today, but I am not even concerned. I've already known pretty much everything we're being taught so the most I have to glance at before the test is what some of the acronyms stand for word for word. I'm just ready to get in there, take the test, and get out so I can go home, maybe scrapbook a little, and get my walk in. w00t! for me and my super motivated self!