I'm not sure if I mentioned in the last post or not, but we finished baby classes (minus the breastfeeding class we'll be attending in a few weeks). I know no one is ever fully prepared for labor/delivery/parenthood, but I think we're as ready as we can be!
We had a doctor's appointment a couple weeks ago (every 2 weeks now). My fundal height (belly size, basically) is measuring perfect. They have my weight gain at 24 pounds although I think it's a tad more than that (I think I gained a few before my first visit)-either way the doctor says that's just right, too. I really don't feel like I've gained weight anywhere but my belly, maybe a little in the love handles/butt, but no complaints. Baby's heartbeat was 140 which is exactly what it's been the last few visits. The bad news was...I actually didn't pass my 1 hour glucose test. The clinic was supposed to call and tell me, but they didn't even though they did call about my iron. So, this past Monday I went in to take the 3 hour glucose test. For the first one (1 hour) I just went to the lab whenever, chugged a very sugary drink (it wasn't nearly as bad as what I had heard-I had orange flavor), waited an hour and got my blood drawn. They want your level to be 140 or under and mine was 141, so I barely "failed." For the 3 hour test, it's a bit different. I had to fast, so I went right away in the morning. They did a finger prick to check my baseline level (81, I believe), did a blood draw, then I drank a sugary drink again (more sugar, though-1 can of Mt. Dew=47 grams of sugar, 1 hour drink=50 grams of sugar, 3 hour drink=100 grams of sugar). They drew my blood every hour until for 3 hours and I couldn't eat or drink anything until the whole test was over. Like I said, the first test wasn't so bad, but I really thought this test was awful. Double the sugar on an empty stomach this time and waiting to eat or drink anything for three hours instead of one-gross. The first hour I had a very upset stomach and awful gut rot, the second hour I started to get very tired (lack of food and water+sugar crash?) and the last hour I was just desperately antsy, hungry and thirsty. Oh, and the icing on the cake? I couldn't leave the clinic and was stuck in the waiting room with a guy puking into a bag (poor fella). Anyway, I survived and took Trevor out to eat at Pita Pit afterwards. They haven't called me so I'm hoping I did ok this time and it's not another screw up. We'll find out on Monday, I guess. As for symptoms, I still seem to have plenty of mucous and my lips have been horribly chapped to the point they're all kinds of flaky. I was sick last week (as in actually sick), threw up at work and again at home, which is never fun. It's even less fun when you have a living being inside your belly who just wants to dance. I think the lack of food/water after vomiting hit me harder than usual, but I seem to be okay now.
Enough complaining. Good news is I had my second baby shower last weekend. It was a great day and Trevor and I definitely feel very loved! We're so excited to bring a baby into this world knowing how many people already care about her. We have very few things left to get before she arrives (I mean 2 or 3) which I suppose is good since my due date is only 8 weeks away and I'll be full term (37 weeks) in only 5 weeks! With Christmas and Trevor's birthday in the mix, I imagine those weeks will go quickly.
I think that was all I had in the other post, but who really knows. More next week!
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