So, I wrote last Monday that I had to do the 3 hour gestational diabetes test where I drink the gross drink and they take my blood four times and they check my blood sugar levels. The nurse said she would have the results the next day and call me. No call- and I didn't want to bother them because if they don't have the results then what can they tell me? I just hate to waste others' times but I had a regular check-up on Thursday so I asked then. I passed all four tests and everything was good. Thank goodness because I love ice cream right now.
My uterus is measuring well, my blood pressure is always good, I lost a pound from the last time I went (and after gaining a lot more than the books say I should, I figure that was good but the DR was curious as to why), and overall things look fine. Now I have to try to find a pediatrician (who knew?) and I hate trying to find a good doctor. We also have our childbirth classes in July and we're sooo looking forward to that.
Of course the baby is doing well. He continues to practice his martial arts skills and I think has fallen into a sort of normal schedule where he moves at specific times of the day, and sleeps at specific times. He gets hiccups almost daily. The DR said she could feel his butt up near my ribs and all the pictures online from here on out show them upside down (birthing position) so I feel good knowing his butt is up and head is possibly down, although I think he's slightly slanted due to where I feel the movement. He loves ice cream, Tex-Mex, and watermelon, and he never drinks soda anymore (unless I take a sip from Miguel's drink). I have two months to go and as comfortable as he is, I hate to make him leave his cushy home but I want him out. I bump my stomach on all kinds of things because I forget I have a stomach with a human thing inside, and my back has given in and hurts daily now.
Miguel and I celebrated our 4th anniversary Friday. Miguel also bought me a "push present." I have no idea where he got the idea but I'm not against it. He got me (us) a new digital camera that has good video recording as well so we hope to put that to use in August. No video of the kid sliding out but maybe video of him being cleaned up and we can get that stuff posted. We'll see then.
I should go now and get some exercise. I think I'll go walk in the pool. I hate the swimsuit and belly part, but no one should be out there now and I wear my cover-up so I'm okay as long as I'm in the water doing something.
-Beached whale
Monday, June 15, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
New Picture and the name
As unflattering as it is (my mother, to my displeasure, agreed) here is a picture taken last week. I am 7 months here and really no picture taken of me from the side is flattering, especially with the shadow. I think I need a new pic with better clothes on. Again, I can't wait to have a non-pregnant body. And I'd like to think my baby would like to be outside of a non-pregnant body in a few weeks so as long as we're in agreement...
For anyone who doesn't already know or who forgot how many names he has, we've decided on the name Luke Austin Michael. His sonogram proved without a doubt that he's a boy so that's the name and we're sticking to it... unless his penis falls off or something and he turns out to be a she. Then we're in trouble! No agreement on a girl's name was met.
For anyone who doesn't already know or who forgot how many names he has, we've decided on the name Luke Austin Michael. His sonogram proved without a doubt that he's a boy so that's the name and we're sticking to it... unless his penis falls off or something and he turns out to be a she. Then we're in trouble! No agreement on a girl's name was met.
Still pregnant
I've been meaning to post about my hospital stay, my kidney infection, my possible gestational diabetes, the inside of my uterus, and all that but I've been so busy and tired finishing school. Now that I am done with school and have nothing to do but eat and sleep and swim, I will be posting more.
At this moment I am home in between the 1st and 2nd of 4 times my blood will be drawn this morning for my glucose tolerance test. I failed the first one, with numbers too high. I think it was the butter on my toast before I went in, but it could be the aggressive weight gain I've experienced and my lack of consistent exercise. Anyway, I had my blood drawn, successfully the first time, at 8 am, drank that nasty glucose-potent drink, and I go back in an hour to have it drawn again. I do that two more times and hopefully on Thursday when I go for my regular check-up they will have the results and tell me I'm good. Otherwise I'm going to have to watch my diet a lot more and exercise more. I can't do anything really until then but eat better.
Tuesday the 26th I left work early feeling slightly nauseous and with a pain in my back, then after throwing up at home I called the DRs office. So I missed my work shower two weeks ago because I got a UTI, which later that day was diagnosed as a kidney infection which led to my being admitted to labor and delivery where they monitored me and the baby (he is totally fine) and gave me an IV drip of antibiotics for 36 hours. I was taken to the antepartum floor of the hospital and hated it, especially the broth menu they kept bringing me cause I threw up twice. I needed real food and finally got it and was much better. This was my second UTI of my pregnancy although I'm sort of prone to bladder infections (genetics) and they want me to take antibiotics until I push this baby out just to be careful. My parting gifts from the hospital were two giant bruises that got worse after I got home. They tried to give me an IV on the side of my left wrist and it bruised in two kinds of ways a few days later. The other time was the evil woman who kept taking my blood (only 3 times really) and the first time she took it, she took it from my left forearm. What? I'm not familiar with that technique but the next day she came back, she must have seen how badly she bruised me and took it from my elbow. She needs some more training. I know those hospital vampires aren't nurses and I think I'd rather the nurse did it. I'm going to request no more blood taken from my forearm unless they can't get it any other way (stab me, please). The morning I left they lost my blood in the tube system at the hospital and evil blood taker came back for more, but that was how the DR decided to let me go so it was okay, I guess. Not a fun trip. Poor Miguel slept in the room with my both nights (I think he felt obligated) but he didn't have work during that time so it was a little okay.
Got to go run to the DRs office (2 miles away so I get to leave) and have blood drawn. I'll write again soon.
At this moment I am home in between the 1st and 2nd of 4 times my blood will be drawn this morning for my glucose tolerance test. I failed the first one, with numbers too high. I think it was the butter on my toast before I went in, but it could be the aggressive weight gain I've experienced and my lack of consistent exercise. Anyway, I had my blood drawn, successfully the first time, at 8 am, drank that nasty glucose-potent drink, and I go back in an hour to have it drawn again. I do that two more times and hopefully on Thursday when I go for my regular check-up they will have the results and tell me I'm good. Otherwise I'm going to have to watch my diet a lot more and exercise more. I can't do anything really until then but eat better.
Tuesday the 26th I left work early feeling slightly nauseous and with a pain in my back, then after throwing up at home I called the DRs office. So I missed my work shower two weeks ago because I got a UTI, which later that day was diagnosed as a kidney infection which led to my being admitted to labor and delivery where they monitored me and the baby (he is totally fine) and gave me an IV drip of antibiotics for 36 hours. I was taken to the antepartum floor of the hospital and hated it, especially the broth menu they kept bringing me cause I threw up twice. I needed real food and finally got it and was much better. This was my second UTI of my pregnancy although I'm sort of prone to bladder infections (genetics) and they want me to take antibiotics until I push this baby out just to be careful. My parting gifts from the hospital were two giant bruises that got worse after I got home. They tried to give me an IV on the side of my left wrist and it bruised in two kinds of ways a few days later. The other time was the evil woman who kept taking my blood (only 3 times really) and the first time she took it, she took it from my left forearm. What? I'm not familiar with that technique but the next day she came back, she must have seen how badly she bruised me and took it from my elbow. She needs some more training. I know those hospital vampires aren't nurses and I think I'd rather the nurse did it. I'm going to request no more blood taken from my forearm unless they can't get it any other way (stab me, please). The morning I left they lost my blood in the tube system at the hospital and evil blood taker came back for more, but that was how the DR decided to let me go so it was okay, I guess. Not a fun trip. Poor Miguel slept in the room with my both nights (I think he felt obligated) but he didn't have work during that time so it was a little okay.
Got to go run to the DRs office (2 miles away so I get to leave) and have blood drawn. I'll write again soon.
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