I passed!

Because I failed my one hour glucose test, I had to take the pain-staking 3 hour test the following week (they made me drink a pretty gross orange drink, and then test my blood four times in three hours.....good times). What does that mean, you ask? It means that I don't have the diabetes. It means that mama can treat baby to a little ice cream on a hot summer's night! Hurray for a hard-working pancreas (I knew you had it in you, you old, fleshy organ you!).