So things are just getting larger around here.....so large that many of my dad-to-day tasks are becoming much more difficult, such as bending over the sink to rinse my mouth out while brushing my teeth, walking up my four flights of stairs to go to bed, breathing and sleeping just to name a few. But at the very top of that list is first and foremost the ability to paint my toenails. That's what I got the big lug around for.
Case and Point
He's such a good guy. The best really. He may or may not have purchased me these little beauties....the day after HIS birthday!! 
And here's proof of the bigger than life elephant I have become.
So I'm now 30 weeks, and it shows. So far this pregnancy hasn't been too bad. A few bumps here and there but for the most part I can't complain....and I've tried not too. Stephen may beg to differ, but this is my post, not his, so I don't care. I had to go for that horrendous sugar test a week ago. I went by myself. NOT a good idea. I don't do well with having my blood taken to begin with. I have terrible veins...minimum of three pokes each visit...no joke. And even the thought of getting poked that many times gives me anxiety...which mixed with my usual fainting problems on top of the fact that I had to fast, it wasn't a pretty picture. But I made it through it. Not unscathed though. My results came back not so good so I had to go get the two-hour test.
UGH!! So annoying. I had stephen come with me this time. Apparently he forgot the part where I told him we had to sit there for two hours. So he left after the first hour to go grocery shopping. Wrrrrrrong time to leave. First of all...who's bright idea was it to have pregnant women fast for 12+ hours. Obviously not a pregnant person. Anyway...I made it through the first hour okay, although I had a terrible poker who already was pushing my buttons the wrong way. That poke was the worst of them all. I was sitting waiting for the time to fly by when I thought I could make it to the bathroom before my next poke. Well....you guessed it....i fainted my way right into that bathroom. Don't worry, the toilet caught my fall. I sat for a few minutes and I was fine...just in time for the beeper to go off.
I got to lay down after that...in my own private freezer of a room. SO cold, but much quieter and more comfortable. Then my lovely husband showed up and harassed his way into the freezer with me. I beleive the conversation went something like this.
Stephen: Hi, is my wife Janna here?
Poker: I'm sorry sir, we can't give out that information.
Stephen: Is she dead or something? Where is she? (BAH! I love that he said this. Totally Stephen. He was not very impressed)
Poker: (Eyes rolling) She's in that room, but you have to knock.
So he came in and we did cosmo tests until my time was up and the third poke was done. It was an eventful day. Always a good time to be had at Dynalife. So I don't have the results back from that sugar test, but my next appointment is Tuesday so we'll find out then. Hopefully it's all normal and I don't have to stress about gestational diabetes or anything. I did know I would be at a higher risk because of the PCOS, but I never expected to actually get it, so I'll update once I have the results. Other than that little hiccup everything seems to be going good. I can't believe there's only ten weeks left!!! So crazy!!! But we're so excited and can't wait to finally meet our little McKee.
