OKay so, I have been scarce lately. Lets just chalk it up to being sick (because winter sucks), the internet being down at weird moments (because winter sucks), and because I've been cracking out on video games (because winter su...uhh...because sitting on the floor is the only comfortable position I can sit in for any length of time anymore).
Now for an update on the little person everyone really cares about -smirks- He's doing fine. He's as active as ever, and I am....well..lets just say that I get bigger every day according to the girls at work. I'm beginning to feel as big as a house, though I saw a girl at a local bar who is due further into March than I am, and she looks huge compared to me, and I'm a few weeks ahead of her. Hmmm.
On a side note. Gestational diabetes testing....I hate it. I had my first test last week. Three vials of blood from one vein, at the same time, took all of two seconds to get what they needed. Results were in the next day...they were "a little high" they mention not, how high, or what I should do in the meantime to insure that I remain healthy, just schedule me a three hour glucose test this passed Wednesday. Three hours! -sigh- Sitting in a doctors office in the winter, with all these sick old people, and runny nosed kids. That's the safe place for me, uh huh uh huh. Anyway...One vial of blood before I even do anything. Take it out, put a bandage on....drink this flat soda-ey kind of drink. Wait an hour. Move to next arm, take one vial of blood. Bandage it, stick me back out in the waiting room for another hour. Return, move back to first arm, take another vial of blood, bandage it up, send me back out to the waiting room. (I stood up and was seeing stars at this point. I don't know if it was from owies or from the amount of blood they had taken or what, but I was dreading the fourth and final needle). Last hour goes by and we go back to the second arm to take the fourth vial. At this point, I'm hurting. They've stuck me three times in one arm in a week, and twice in the other arm. My elbows hurt, and after the final vial is drawn, it seems she didn't put enough pressure on the gauze before she taped it up, because when I got home (five minutes later) the bandage was already full of blood. I begin to panic and tear it off of my arm (pulling arm hair with it, which made it that much worse) only to find that it apparently had done all of that, and then it was done. I breathed a sigh of relief, I wasn't going to die from a needle sized hole in my arm.
I am now sporting what looks to be track marks on both arms and two beautiful greenish blue bruises to punctuate and accentuate those track marks
At any rate, it is now Friday Morning and I have a Drs appointment today at 2:45. I am hoping to goodness that she says my results came back normal, because I seriously feel fine, I do not feel any different than I have the entirety of my life (except for that little bundle of joy doing backflips all over the place) so I really don't see how my stuff can be high, and I really don't want to have to deal with testing my blood sugar constantly and all that stuff. -sighs-
Oh! I have about two and a half months before my due date! Yay! In two weeks it will be two months...where did the last 7 months go? I know my brain has been..well...goo pretty much since I did get pregnant, but I didn't think 7 months could pass by in a blink of an eye. And I know in 18 years I'll be going...where did the last 18 years of my life go? But, during a time where I should be treasuring every kick, every heartbeat heard at the Drs office, it just went by so fast. It's already Christmas, and July feels like eons ago. -sighs- So much to do, so little time to do it in I suppose.
Anyway, hopefully I'll be able to get on later to give an update once I get home from the Drs. office to let everyone know what is going on with me. I just wanted to let everyone know that me and Lump are fine. Oh, and on a side note...little Lump doesn't like Daddy touching Momma......ever. Heh, he's already a Momma's boy. -g-
