Last week when I went in for my monthly check-up, my doctor told me that I failed my sugar screening test. My number was high (164 as opposed to 140, or something like that). So I had to do a 3-hour sugar test. Last time the 1-hour test made me feel sick, mainly headache. This time I was really worried about taking the test again.Tuesday morning I woke up at 1 PM and decided to get over with the test. Since I didn't eat anything since the evening before, I had been "fasting" for at least 16 hours. I got to the test location at 2 PM, got my blood drawn, and drank the sugar drink. I sat there for 3 hours, and got my blood drawn four times total. I was glad to have a book to read, and the time past relatively quickly. Before I got home, I ate a sandwich, a banana, and an energy bar. I drank a lot of water so I wouldn't get a headache.Yesterday evening I got a message from my doctor saying that the result of the test was fine. He told me that I should watch my carb intake, and eat more small meals each day.Today we took the in-laws to a hike down the coast. I had some cereal for breakfast. After the hike, it was 2 pm and I was really hungry. The in-laws wanted to try In-n-Out Burgers, and the only place we knew were at least half an hour away. And we had to take them to see some sights before we headed to the Burger place. By the time I got my burger, it was 3:40. I was starving. Then they told me this was their dinner, and if I got hungry later, I could get an ice cream. We went to a movie in the evening, and ate a large popcorn at the theater. I felt really bad about my diet. I wish they could be more understanding. At night, I wanted to hard boil some eggs to get some protein. My in-law said she would fry the eggs for me. She didn't even know how to turn on the stove this morning! And she told me the only thing she cooked for her son (my husband) was peanut butter jelly sandwich. That was cooking??? No wonder every time I heat up a TV dinner, my husband always thanked me for "cooking" a dinner. Anyway, I told her I don't want my eggs fried, because it's too fatty, and I've had enough fatty food today. She didn't know that fried eggs could be fatty. And no wonder my husband likes to eat burgers and steaks all the time, and when he wanted to cook scrambled eggs, he would pour half a bottle of oil in the pan.She saw the baby ultrasound picture at 18 weeks and claimed it was a beautiful baby. That was 3 months ago! I wish she had more children, so our baby would not be her only grandchild....OK, enough complains. It's Christmas time and it's supposed to be fun for family, right?Baby is moving a lot these days, and it's always fun to feel the baby move. Wednesday at the mall, when we were in a music store and heard some rap music, the baby started to move. I hope the baby doesn't only like rap music? The baby also moves when we watch intense movies. Perhaps the baby could feel my emotions. This morning the baby had hiccups and when I imagined the look of the baby, I couldn't help smiling.A few days ago, Mike tried to communicate with the baby, and help the baby learn to form and test hypothesis. :) Whenever the baby moved, he would squeeze my belly and respond to the baby. He said soon, the baby would realize that his own movement would cause a squeeze of the belly, and that would stimulate his brain. That was very cute of Mike.We got babies'r'us registry list and would go over them soon, to see what we need to get for the baby. I only have a few more days before school starts and I become busy again. Still need to sign up for classes, hospital, and take care insurance and bills....