I'm going to throw up now - 29 weeks

I am certain of vomit as I type this now. I have failed my glucose tolerance test and am in the doctor's office, laptop on lap, for my three hour test.
I chugged the not-so-delicious orange flavored stuff and had my blood drawn, so now I wait - one eye one the clock - for 11:16 a.m. for the second blood draw of four. I feel like I am going to puke and that delicious burrito I had last night in preparation for fasting is suddenly not such a great idea.
Pregnancy is so much fun! (sarcasm).
I haven't written much lately because my days and weeks have been blissfully uneventful. All the way up until I failed this glucose test last week, I was just humming along, working, painting Clark's bedroom, ordering his custom bedding and curtains, trying to get the house organized...
All of it is impossible to do. We tore apart our bedroom because of a plaster issue and spent three weeks in flux with our furniture stuffed in every other room. Then we started on Clark's room and did the exact same thing plus carpet. That means the furniture can't go back in there until the carpet is installed.
I am amazed that this and a little blood sugar are the biggest problems I have in this pregnancy.
It is very difficult for me to get too excited about these faux disasters. I remember that with both John and Drew I told my husband I wanted to be the woman who fails the glucose test and whines and worries about it. I want to be the woman who has one strange bleed and considers that the disaster and near loss of her pregnancy.
Now I am that woman. It's kind of amazing.

Emily is another story.

My 7-year-old has meticulously planned for her brother's arrival and I was impressed with her level of trust that Clark is coming no matter what.
I was driving the other day and she asked me if Clark would look "just like other babies" and "if he would have anything wrong with him."

Even when we trust in our household, we trust with exceptions.

With Clark well into viability, with my cervix still "long and closed," with his room painted and waiting for carpet, with my baby shower invitations sent, there are still three people who are holding their breath and trying to trust and trying, trying, trying to believe in the average, uneventful pregnancy.