Time is flying by SO FAST now!

Let's talk about the glucose test(s). UGH. Some people say it's no big deal, and some have a terrible experience with it. So, here's the scoop. The shit you drink is nasty. It tastes like flat orange soda with three times the sugar. You can't eat before you drink it, so that's pretty much all you get for breakfast. And at 28 weeks, no breakfast kinda feels like a death trap. So, you get blood drawn, drink it, and then wait an hour to get blood drawn again. Supposedly, they are trying to see how your body metabolizes the sugar. Sounds good, right? WRONG. I failed. And when you fail, you have to take a more extensive test. Even though 50% of the people who fail the first test end up being fine. So, I went back two weeks later and signed in for the three hour test. Draw blood, drink more crap (this time, twice as much sugar as the last one), wait an hour, draw blood, wait an hour, draw blood, wait another hour, and draw blood again. That's FOUR different needle sticks in one day. I'm out on doing that again. Passed that one with flying colors, but it wasn't a good day. A half day with no food and nothing but a super sugary drink when you're 30 weeks pregnant is disgusting.

Hmmm... I just re-read all of that, and I know it sounds a little (or a lot) whiney. I know there are people who would kill for the opportunity to do a nasty glucose test, because that would mean they are pregnant. And believe me, I know how it feels to want to be pregnant more than anything else in the whole wide world. In the grand scheme of things, I would've done anything it took to make sure my pregnancy was a healthy one. :)

So, at 30 weeks pregnant, we found out that my glucose was fine. No gestational diabetes for me! Which was great, because I was eating everything I could get my hands on. The next few weeks were a blur. I planned to work for as long as I could, but it was definitely getting harder in the middle of summer. I can't wear shorts and flip flops to work, or I would have! It's funny... I always said I wanted to time it right and get pregnant at the end of summer, be pregnant all fall, winter and spring, and then have the kid right before summer so I could stay home with the baby during the heat. If you want to make God laugh, make a plan. He gave me the exact opposite!

I feel like the first trimester was so slow-going, not knowing if we were going to have a viable pregnancy, always worrying about miscarriage, etc. The middle trimester was just kinda normal, and as we entered the third and final trimester, time just seemed to fly by. In the grand scheme of things, the only hiccup we had after we knew we had a heart beating was the glucose test. And I know that's not even really a hiccup. I was blessed with a very healthy pregnancy. By 37 weeks, we talked to our doctor about inducing. She said she would induce at 39 weeks if we wanted to, and trust me.. in the heat of summer, that sounded AMAZING. I know some people have their own opinions about "letting the body do what it knows how to do", and "let the baby come out when it's ready", but we knew she was healthy, we knew she was BIG, and we knew we were READY! So, we planned an induction at 39 weeks. And waited.

27 WEEKS!

32 WEEKS!

 

ALMOST 37 WEEKS!