Good Day

My uncle seemed touched, in his own way, at the gift I brought him. He joked that he already had three cakes but then later told me that I was the only one who made him one. He was intoxicated the night he told me about the jukebox and the song that was on it so he was very how did you even know about it considering you weren't born yet? Then I reminded him he'd told me about the one song, Polk Salad Annie and I ran with it from that point on. His daughter, her husband and his son were all there. He really seemed in a genuinely good mood the entire time I was there. It was nice to see. It turned out to be a pretty nice day. I was pretty pissed at that cake this morning since the frosting kept pulling off the cake. Many expletives were spoken towards it. The frosting melted partially before we even left my uncle's. haha
Tomorrow I have an OB appointment. The main reasoning is for the gestational diabetes testing. Damn needles. At least I'll, hopefully, get a chance to talk to him about my pulse/blood pressure and anything else that is bothering me. And I'm pretty sure it's the last blood test I have to get unless the test comes back that my sugar is high.