Do you like control as much as I do? Well one things that I am learning during this pregnancy is that my body is not my own... and the expectations I have of it just might not be realistic. Today I failed my 1-hour glucose tolerance test. Yup, me. The girl who has only gained about 10 pounds this whole pregnancy and who works out almost every day. I failed - and there is nothing I can do about it but accept it. Well, accept it and get ready to take the 3-hour glucose tolerance test with 4 blood draws. If I have 2 or more high sugar levels during that period they will tell me that I have gestational diabetes and I get to embark down the road of monitors, finger sticks and insulin. I cried today (a few times) over this because I feel like I have worked so hard and this is just not fair. But tonight at dinner when everyone had a cookie but me, and I cried again (pathetic I know) my daughter reminded me that life is so much better than sugar and sweets. She asked my hubby if she could pray with him that mommy would feel happy again and they did... right there at the table. Then she came over and hugged me and rubbed my arm with her little three year old hands until I could not cry because I was just so, so, so loved. See it's true. By bending you become stronger in new places. By letting go, you make room for the new and better. My little girl showed me that tonight, and while I still hope that I can pass the 3-hour test on Monday, I know that either way it will all work out just fine.