Last time I was pregnant, I tried to get out of taking the glucose tolerance test. I was told I had to do it because I was fat. Luckily I passed my test and I avoided both gestational diabetes and a 12 pound baby.
This time around, even though I'm less fat, I resigned myself to having to take the darn thing and didn't protest. The results are in and, once again, I don't have the beetus. Hooray!
That is all.
P.S. - I keep thinking I'll take another bump photo, but then I keep not doing it. Terrible fail, I know. This is my last day of my 2nd trimester, so maybe I'll take one tomorrow to mark the occasion. We shall see.