This week I had my glucose test. Not fun, but definitely not as bad as everyone says. I basically drank sugar in the form of a super sweet orange drink, watched a movie in the office for an hour, then had a blood test. The drink reminded me of McDonalds orange drink with waaay to much syrup. I assume I passed the test and do not have diabetes, because I was told they would call me in 2 days if there was a problem. One week later and I never got a call!
I amaze myself at how well I handle shots and blood tests when I know that it is for my baby. Up until 28 weeks ago, I had a very juvenile fear of needles. I knew in my head it wouldn't hurt much, but that didn't help. I literally got teary eyed everytime I was about to get shots- as recently as 2 years ago! But since finding out I was pregnant, I have had two blood test and two shots and barely flinched. I think it really is a testament to the natural maternal instinct God has placed in women.
I'm getting nervous that my belly buttom may pop out. I really don't want that to happen, though I know it comes with the pregnancy territory. It has been getting very shallow, and I'm afraid it may only have a couple of weeks before it becomes a gross outie.
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