27 Weeks

Happy 3rd trimester to me! :)

This passed week (11th-18th) has been kind of a bummer week.  Last Wed (the 11th) I took the 1 hr gluclose tolerance test.  That in itself isn't a big deal.  I should've fasted, but they said I didn't have to.  I got a call from the nurse on Friday saying that I had failed that test with a score of 152 (the cutoff is 140).  Boo.  Now I was required to not only do the 3 hr test, but I had to fast for 12 hrs!  Making pregnant women fast for any length of time should be considered cruel and unusual punishment.  I get sick if I don't eat something every few hours, and now they are making me starve myself and the little one for 12+ hrs (I wasn't actually going to be able to eat until 11:30 or 12, so really it was more like 15 hours of fasting).  Pure torture.  I eat what I consider to be my last sugar filled dessert (a donut and brownie with whipped cream....don't judge) by 7 pm and get ready for the long 15 hours of no eating.  I get to the lab a little before 8 am and I feel amazingly well considering I usually eat when I wake up.  They take me back and draw my fasting blood.  Then I wait about 15-30 min before they give me the "glucola" (the same disgusting orange peel tasting sugar drink they gave me last week).  I drank it within 5 min and had to wait an hour before getting my 1 hr draw.  The lady took me back at 9:30 and drew my blood (both draws by different ladies were very successful-no fishing for veins this time).  I went back to the waiting room and continued to watch The Guild on Andrew's zune.  It was nearly 10:30 (the time for my 3rd blood draw) and I started getting that panicky sick feeling.  I waited a few min to see if it would pass and of course it just got worse.  I decided to let the lady at the desk know that I thought I was going to be sick and she told me where the bathroom was.  Needless to say I didn't quite make it to the bathroom.  Thankfully I did for the majority of the yummy drink to escape my body.  I felt better after that and walked out and asked if that ruined the test.  It did.  Just one hour and 2 blood draws to go and I had to get sick.  Grrr.  All of the ladies did make me feel better by saying a lot of women aren't able to keep it down and one of them said the Dr. might have me eat jelly beans before hand next time.  Why couldn't they have me do that this time?  Now I'm waiting on a phone call from the Dr.'s office letting me know what I'm supposed to do.  I'm praying that they say the first two blood draws are good enough to show I don't have gestational diabetes.  I don't know if that's even a possibility though.  Maybe they'll just make me do another one hour with fasting.  My next appt with the Dr. is on Tuesday, so hopefully someone calls before then.  If not, I suppose I'll find out what to do then.

Other than that disappointing part of the week, everything else has been great.  Baby Harrison is moving so much!  I can feel when he's about to make a big movement.  Andrew was able to feel one of his summersaults the other day-that was exciting.  It's so cute to see Andrew's reaction when he feels the baby move or kick.  He's a very proud daddy. :)