We're all Jello Legs and Drums

Tomorrow is the big day for my Giant boy. PAST test day... and boy is he sweat'n it. He will do great though- I have no doubt! He's been training non stop this whole week, running through the test twice a day working on improving his times. He's not one for mediocre or the minimum. He's striving to blow them away. It starts tomorrow at 7am at Langley AFB so please say a little prayer for him tonight and tomorrow. The PAST consists of 1- 20 meter underwater (no breath) swim. 1- 500 meter swim. 1.5 miles track run. And then calisthenics (push ups/pull ups/sit ups/ etc). All with time requirements timed to the milisecond. All very rushed. All back to back. Eeek! Swimming then running has him nervous most of all because of the "jello legs" he feels afterwards. All his years of football trained him to sprint the hell out of himself- for shorter distances... not sprint straight for 1.5 miles... right after swimming 500+ meters. That's been his biggest challenge, besides psyching himself out that is. But, dear husband, I have faith in you and all of your training! It will pay off tomorrow! I can feel it! And hopefully, he'll get picked up right away from one of his top jobs and then things roll! Come on Monday!! We want good news and a call with a date Monday! Fingers crossed.

I have no new news to report on my end. I haven't heard any results from my glucose test yet- which according to my sister- no news is good news! It went pretty easy. Tasted like burning orange crap drink...

...that gave me killer heartburn, but besides that, it was tolerable. Phew! I read the horror stories before hand, so I had no idea what to expect. I have an appointment next with my OB so if I don't hear anything before then, I'll let you all know come Tuesday. My peapod seems to be losing space in there. It feels like she is bumping into me much more often and enjoys playing the drums against my right rib cage. I'm constantly rubbing my right side. I wonder what people think when they see me rubbing circles into my side with my palm. No I'm not working out gas bubbles- I'm attempting to move my daughter away from my ribs so I can stand straight and breathe!! Not that she has many other options of places to go. Sorry kiddo. Your mama's little too. Make do with whatcha got! She moves my stomach a lot now! Very weird to see my clothes jumping all over the place through the day. Hope she does it this weekend for my sister and Momma to see. She likes to get shy every time my mom's around! She gave her two kicks last time and called it a day.

And here I am today...