Phew! That was a close one

I passed! I passed! I passed! No need to cram or pull an all-nighter. My three-hour glucose tolerance test came back "normal." (Oh, how I love that word. Normal.)

After flying through the one-hour test, the subsequent one took a bit more of a toll -- fast for 10 hours, wake up at 5 a.m. to arrive at the clinic by 6 a.m., chug 100 ML of this sugary orange drink that didn't sit too well, get stuck four separate times for blood drawings. Oh, and I had to stay in the windowless room for all three hours.

The bright side? There was a cot to lie down on and a television. Anywho, it's over now and I passed.

Once again, I issue the plea -- Get here safe and sound, little Amelia!