This started out as a "good, better, best" post. But then I was all "IT'S ALL THE BEST!"
Best: hold on to your hats .... I DON'T HAVE DIABETES! I find it fitting this news came on National Donut Day. Mmmm. Donut. I can totally have a donut if I want a donut! I get to be NORMAL and not high risk and probably not gain 50 pounds for no good reason at all! My baby might be below the 90th% at birth! I can't even believe it. I asked the nurse 25 times if she was SURE. She was. WAHOO!
Best: J, me, Colorado. Tomorrow. Notice I just said J and me and not "J and me and two kids and a car seat and a pack and play and eight hundred pieces of carry on"? That's right, just the two of us (plus one harmless, non-diabetic fetus), flying solo. Literally. I get to sit on a plane and do whatever I want! And if somebody craps their pants, IT'S TOTALLY NOT MY PROBLEM! And better yet, we're going house hunting. We've got four on the list, there's one I'm hoping we love in person as much as we love online, but mostly we're just excited to check out our new town, visit a preschool for Bug, and eat meals in peace and quiet without anyone jabbing themselves in the eye with a fork. And I can eat what I WANT!
Best: seeing my husband in the cockpit again. J was a student pilot when we met, and he loved nothing more than flying. No, really, I'm pretty sure he loved flying more than me, even. He hasn't been in the air for seven years, which is very major sadface .... until last night. It was kind of magical. The kids watched him take off with great concern and I held my breath until I saw his feet back on the ground, but the smile on his face? The best.
PS: A few of you asked where we'd live between closing time and moving to Colorado time. Assuming all goes as planned (it will, it will, it will), the new owners will move in here in mid-August, we'll send our belongings on a moving truck to the new house (the imaginary new house that will hopefully be a real thing by then) and we'll move a few suitcases and one U-Haul and Suburban's worth of random furniture and baby gear into the house a few miles away that my sister has been living in (she'll be gone to Colorado already). It's nothing fancy, but it's got 3 bedrooms and a yard and, like, a roof and such. It won't be the fanciest month ever, but it'll do. And as soon as I can gather the strength to get onto a plane, we're out. My OB said today he'd expect me to be okay to go by 3-4 weeks after the c-section. I have a feeling we'll be shooting for three, especially if my recoveries are as easy as they were the first two times (it will be, it will be, it will be). Because a month (+) in a temporary house without all of the kids' toys and furniture and other billion random things we rely on to make our days go smoothly? Eek. Oh well. CARBS AND SUGAR!
PPS: I'm joking about all the carbs and sugar. I plan to keep up the semi-healthy diet and exercise habits I've been relying on to keep my weight and blood sugar in check, but damn, it's just nice to know I can eat some DQ if I really want, without causing bodily harm to the unborn. You know?