I think my brain is finally functioning normally again! No food, and barely any water from 10 p.m. until 12:45 p.m. the next day makes for a seriously loopy pregnant lady.
Today’s goal was to rule out gestational diabetes. I really didn’t need another complication on top of what is already going on. While my doctor was convinced everything was fine… and she was right… I wasn’t always too sure. My last blood draw came back with a level of 100.
So to review: my fasting level was 77, one hour test after 10 oz of nasty liquid: 136, two hour test: 111, 3 hour test: 100. All falling within the normal range. Yay! My levels were so normal, that my doctor even asked if for the 1 hour regular test if I drank the whole 10 oz, or just half like I was supposed to. I mean, I’m a little nutty, but I’m not CRAZY. Who knows what happened with that first test. Maybe it was the two large breakfast tacos I devoured for lunch!
While today’s lunch was no breakfast tacos, it was spectacular. Well, anything would have been spectacular after going THAT long without food! But I must say, my Reuben and sweet potato fries truly hit the spot. And it was hospital food! Who knew?
I then went right back upstairs to ultrasound for baby boy’s growth measurement. He looks perfect, and is measuring in the 72nd percentile. The last growth measurement had him in the 85th… so he’s slowing down a bit, but still a good week ahead of schedule. It makes me think he’ll be a lot like his sister. And that is totally fine. I was totally okay with delivering a not-so-large baby. I am totally okay if history wants to repeat itself this time around! Ha!
Bonus… more 3D pictures!!!
Foot in his face
Umbilical cord by his face
hands up by his face
I’m a proud mama! And I’m very relieved. In all honesty, it has been a tough week for me. It’s really hard not to think the worst, no matter what anyone says to you. I continue to learn to deal with problems as they come, but sometimes life can get overwhelming. There were points this week where I wasn’t sure I could handle everything. And by everything I mean work, volunteering with my sorority, watching my child, cleaning my house, taking care of my animals… EVERYTHING. I wanted to stop everything, curl up in a ball and cry until it was over.
But that’s not how life works. And there’s no way I’m letting my husband and daughter down. It’s a hard thing to even admit because I’ve always viewed myself as a positive person. But it all goes back to the point of this blog… total honesty. Dealing with a lot of emotion is a very real part of pregnancy. I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t say these particular emotions don’t worry me, because they do. So, at my next doctor’s appointment, I’ll be bringing this up. As hard as it is to admit, I’ve got to do it. Mostly because I’m not a quitter, and I know there’s help out there for me if I need it. I owe that to my family and my unborn child.