I'M FINE!!!

I just wanted to add a little update to my latest blog. I had to go in and do my lab last Friday. I dreaded the experience ALL week. Thinking of the worse things that could happen. Getting sick from the glucose, or passing out from the lack of food, you know, the silly things! My right arm was STILL bruised from my first draw, and so I was worried about what it was going to take to get my blood.

Well, let me tell you about my day! I showed up at 8:15 as I was told to, thinking that I was a "priority" because I was scheduled to be there. Wouldn't you know, even RIGHT as the lab opens, there's a line. And the two women working at the desk made no care for their slower than slow work habits, and kept up their banter and chit-chat with the folk they could "relate" to. I had finally made it to the front of the line, when one of the ladies behind the desk comes over. Apparently, she was "concerned" about the lady behind me. The lady insisted she was fine, and would continue to wait in line for one to be open (as I'm thinking you're wasting our time by being over here in the first place!) - - but the admissions lady wouldn't have it. She made her and her son go sit down to wait. Then as she went and finished helping the person who was waiting at her station, she gets up quickly and walks up to that lady she so insistently made sit down, and tells her to come up and she'll help her out. The lady, being a rare breed, looks at me and says, "actually, she was next, I'll wait" - - but again, she wouldn't have it. She told her that her station allowed her to sit down, and that would be best for her, and that I would be helped by the other lady. I was FURIOUS! who wouldn't be? A friday morning in a lab?? She then looks at me and says, and I quote, "I'm going to help her so she can sit down, you don't mind do you" - - not to be a spoiled sport, I looked at her and asked, "Do I have a choice?" - - sorry... I guess I was being a spoiled sport wasn't I??? So anyway, another 3 minute wait, and finally the other lady became available to help me. She RUSHED my paperwork because guess what, my first draw was supposed to be done at 8:30, and it was already 8:35 - - oops... their bad I guess... So I waited about 2 minutes and they took me back... DREADED!!! haha... They explained to me how the lab would work, no leaving the waiting room, accept to go the bathroom across the hall, if I get sick, I need to tell someone, yada yada yada... then they took some of my blood... not cool... I was told only three draws... not four... Then the glucose... at least they had the lemon lime there... I drank it quickly and went to my "chair" to wait for my first hour... BIG stack of magazines in hand.

For three hours I sat there... having my blood taken every hour, and would't you now, from the same arm... because I guess my bruised arm just wasn't being cooperative... Though I will say, for having FOUR draws out of the same arm, my bruise is MUCH smaller than the one draw I had the week before. Weird how that works? - - anyway... Allan's mom and sister were nice enough to take Ethan for the morning for me, and allow me to stay there for the afternoon until Allan got off work, so that I wouldn't get too sick trying to take care of him on my own. They took me out to a LOVELY Red Robin lunch, and my day was all a hazy glucose fog from there!

I called the advice nurse today to discuss my results, rather, to see if they had come in. Dreading the worse of course. She returned my call this afternoon, and wouldn't you know, I'M FINE! She said my levels were completely normal, nothing to worry about... I was so excited that that whole experience doesn't matter, as long as I know I can still have my ice cream!!! haha... But I wanted to give an update since I had posted about my last appointment. I go in again on Monday, and meet the new doctor! I'll let you know what I think!!!

One More Appointment Down... 31.5 weeks! We're getting close!

Oh Goodness... I hate not having any pictures to share on here, but I just don't take good pregnancy pictures! haha... Well, I attempted my next doctor appointment, my 31.5 week. Eeks... and though it was delightful to hear that I'm doing so well in this pregnancy, with my good blood pressure, and this little one growing right along as she's supposed to, yet, in many ways, this was my hardest doctor appointment.

We did get to hear the heartbeat, and she's now at 140 bpm - - her heart seems to be slowing down quite a bit, and I guess it's okay because the doctor doesn't seem to be alarmed. Yet for me, I'm curious as to whether or not it's normal, or even okay! haha...

After putting off for a month my LEAST favorite lab work, the gestational diabetes blood draw, I was hesitant to ask if the results had come back. With a giant bruise on my arm where they took blood from, I stared in horror as the doctor checked. Wouldn't you know, they were back. And even worse, my levels were "a bit high" as the doctor stated. A BIT HIGH?!? I'm scared. After not eating anything from 10 pm the night before, and having my blood drawn at 8:30 in the morning, I can only fear the worse of this situation. The doctor says it's probably nothing to worry about, that often they come back high, and the second test confirms everything is okay. But here's the kicker, if I thought the first attempt at this lab was horrible, the second one is going to be MISERABLE! I have to show up at 8:15 in the morning, and then at 8:30 they will make me drink that disgusting glucose syrup... hopefully they'll let me have lemon lime! Then, I have to sit there for an hour... doing what? I have no idea... Then they will draw my blood... then guess what??? I'll have to wait ANOTHER hours... then they'll draw my blood again... and if that wasn't HORRIBLE enough, I have to wait yet again another hour, and have my blood drawn one final time. I am so scared and worried... mostly because I hate needles as it is... but the other is because I will be all on my own as this is happening. No one to keep me company or keep me calm. Usually I have Allan to distract me for these things, but he can't escape for 3 hours for this test. No way... So needless to say I'm miserable right now... but I'll get over it...

The other thing that made this visit hard on me, was that it was the final time I would be meeting with my current doctor. She will be retiring from Obstetrics on October 1st, and has referred me to a new doctor. Aside from some of my own problems in my last pregnancy, she has been a wonderful doctor for me. She doesn't BS me, she tells me everything straight to the point, and doesn't worry me over things that don't need to be worried over. I could tell in many ways that her heart was breaking at the thought of knowing she would be leaving a profession that she has practiced her WHOLE career. But in all that, she had given me and Allan her personal contact information, so that she could at least be informed of the delivery. I told her I wouldn't have it any other way. She asked if she was welcome to come down while I was in labor, and we heavily encouraged it.

I'm nervous about meeting this new doctor I'll be seeing for my last two months. But I am sure she will treat me well. Dr. Arrington wouldn't steer me wrong... I don't think??? I'll be starting with her on September 29th, and hopefully will have some great updates about the new doctor. I am hopeful that everything will turn out well as far as this transition goes, and the only REAL fear that I have is that I am "due" on November 14th, and I have to hope that I either go early, or right on time, because she goes on vacation November 19th... SCARY!

Well... there's your latest update... Hopefully there will maybe be some prego pictures in the near future, but I wouldn't hold your breath! haha... The baby shower is coming up soon, so believe you me, there will be many great stories to share from that. And of course there will be a great deal of pictures to share from that experience!

Well, I'll keep you updated as the appointments continue to take place, and I'll let you know about how I feel about the new doctor! Until then, keep me in your thoughts that everything turns out just fine!!! And that my big fears of gestational diabetes is just a fluke! Talk to you soon!