Apparently, I had quite a bit o' Garage Sale Gold lurking in my closets and basement. I sold so much stuff in my garage sale today, that my mom went ahead and took her table home and I packed another table to just get it out of the way because it was empty. SCORE. Hopefully, I can unload some more "gold" tomorrow.
So, this week sorta sucked. Mostly, the usual 3rd Trimester Pregnancy Woes mixed with a Feverish Teething Toddler. Not really post worthy. However, yesterday I found out that my blood glucose test came back really freakin' close so I have to go in for the 3 Hour Big Kahuna blood glucose test to make sure I don't have gestational diabetes. Obviously, I hope I don't have gestational diabetes although that would go a long, long ways in explaining that I really DO feel crappy and that it's not just my head messing with me and I'm really not a Big Whiny Baby Really! I'm not!.......Bah....... It probably wouldn't be such a bad thing to walk in X's Diabetic Shoes for the next 10 weeks, either. Folks, he BLOWS me away. Since he was diagnosed in January 2006 he has only said "Why me?" once. ONCE. Other than that, he has buckled down with his eating and is now a 4-5 times per week Gym Junkie - he controls his diabetes completely through diet and exercise. No drugs. I hate to say I'm proud of him, because that sounds condescending, but holy crap - I am so impressed with his tenacity and self-control.
Anyway, I have some confessions going on today over at the BooBlog. I used to be a Rockstar Parent, but then I had children of my own and it all went to hell.