The glucose test Friday went OK. The first hour was the worst. I drank 100oz. of the nasty orange sugar stuff in five minutes. Almost puked it up about half way through. I think I kept it down for two reasons. The room I was in had no trash can therefore no where to toss, and I absolutely did NOT want to have to drink all over again. UGH.
I got to sit in the stress test area in a cush recliner the whole time. I brought a few mags and slept a little. It wasn't so bad after that first hour. I was there from 8:30-12:30 and by the time I got to food I was a bit shaky and nauseous again but after an hour or so I was OK.
Nurse said she'll call me Monday with results. PLEASE, please say a prayer for me that I pass this thing. What she described I will have to do if I am diagnosed with gestational sounds like a big PAIN...hoping that I do not have to deal with all of that.
I did meet a wonderful lady who came in about half way through. She was sitting in the recliner next to me listening to her boy's heart beat. She's my age and we got to chatting away and it really helped pass the time. The really cool part is I think I was supposed to meet her and hear her story that day. She kept talking about her "first pregnancy" yada yada and I finally asked "oh, what do you have at home a boy or girl"? "I don't" she said, "my baby girl died at 35 weeks gestation a year ago last month". Ouch. Regretfully, I know a few people that have endured that kind of loss and I also know of some bloggers now too. Normal people would flinch at that and probably that would be a conversation killer. However, I immediately told her how sorry I was for her loss and asked what her baby girl's name was. We talked for a while about the baby she lost and what happened. We skipped around and talked about fun stuff too. Eventually we came back to that topic and she thanked me for the things I said to her and for understanding how therapeutic it was for her to talk about her daughter to other people. To acknowledge that she was still a mom, a parent even though she had no baby to hold. You see next week she will be 35 weeks and that is the week that she lost her baby. So for her the next few weeks are wrought with anxiety. Not like you aren't anxious enough at that stage of the game. Of course she's being seen like 3 times a week from here til she delivers this time around and rightly so. That helps the anxiety levels I'm sure. Bottom line for me, is that she made me see, that as much as I have been MISERABLE this pregnancy compared to last, I'm extremely fortunate and I don't have problems. I absolutely can not imagine making it to 35 weeks and not bringing a baby home. My heart goes out to anyone who has lost a child. I love this baby and Lord knows I can't wait for her to be OUT but I definitely don't want her here before she can thrive. I'm sure I'll still have my hormonal moments but my time with Diana made me decide to make a better effort to enjoy what I have left of this pregnancy. I mean who isn't miserable in the third trimester?? Ha!
I'm burning the midnight oil tonight. Mike and I are baby free this weekend. Lindsay is at Camp Grandmama and Granddada. I took a nap this afternoon and then spent the rest of the day purging all of the winter stuff out of Lindsay's closet. Washing clothes and hanging all the rest of the summer stuff. I bagged up 5 XL zip lock storage bags of 18 month clothing to be pulled out again oh say around Fall 2009. LOL! Unreal the amount of clothing we have for this kid. Thanks to Missy and Graison for being so generous and the awesome consignment shopping! I'm finished all my put zing around in her room and tomorrow (today), when I wake up, it's time to get packing up more junk in the guest room/Linds' big girl room. We've picked out a paint color and it's time to get serious and get that room empty so Mike and his paint crew (my inlaws) can get some "pure violet" on the walls!!!
Missy and her hubs were also kid free this weekend so we took advantage and went out for an ADULT dinner! It was awesome. We didn't meet until 8pm but dinner was great and we closed the place down. It was nearly midnight when we got home. I've been on my second wind folding and putting away laundry and such. I wanted to check out the blogs and wind down so I'm off to bed finally. I'll be hating life tomorrow if I sleep too late. Lots to do and I'm moving at a turtle's pace these days!
If you're still with me on this long post, thanks for reading. Check in Monday night for the test results...
No matter what happens BON JOVI on Wednesday will make it ALL BETTER!!