I believe it was Bette Davis who said...

..."Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy ride." Okay, so she actually said "bumpy night," but I can paraphrase. Margaret got a call from the doctor to come in and be retested for gestational diabetes. It's the first of what I know will be endless nights of worrying about the health of our child. I guess, I was not expecting that sort of worrying to start so soon. I pictured kissing boo-boos, perhaps cleaning up the occasional puddle of puke (god knows my parents did that for me), but while I have the same worries that I'm sure every parent has about their unborn child being healthy, it appears that things are moving from the "Whee! We're pregnant!" phase to the "Please God, let it be healthy" portion of our program. That's not to say that I'm not still euphoric about us having a baby.
The good news is that Margaret thinks that the fact that she drank lemonade before her appointment might have spiked the initial test. The bad news is that we have no way of knowing for sure until another test is done, and that won't happen until next Tuesday. The other major factor is that, since I'm adopted, we have no idea what my medical history is. I'm going to have to see what I can do to remedy that. I have not really had a need to find out about my biological parents before, but now I certainly do. My sister, who is also adopted, got some info on her biological parents a few years ago, so I'll consult with her. Man, I haven't told anyone in my half of the family yet. I need to sit down with my dad and tell him (we don't get along all that well, but better now than a few years ago), and then I'll tell the siblings.
Margaret is understandably just as nervous about the retest as I am, so I bought her the t-shirt pictured above to cheer her up. She wore it out today, and not a single person she encountered got the joke. And they're such nice boobies too.