Please don't poke me there anymore...

Well the last few weeks have been entertaining and crazy as usual. I thought that once we got everything out of the apartment that things would settle down a little bit, but boy was I wrong. Things with the house are going good. We've recently found out that we will be getting some much needed funding to finish the basement! Woo hoo. We're hoping to have at least one room completely done before the baby is born so that we will have an extra room for company to stay in. So that's a fun project for Shaun and his dad to work on and it's been keeping us pretty busy.
With that in mind I just want to share a fun pregnancy story with everyone. I went to the doctor a couple of weeks ago for one of my normal check-ups and had to have the Gestational Diabetes test done. I wasn't really looking forward to this visit because I heard that the sugary drink they make you chug is pretty bad, but I grew a pair and went through the appointment like I was supposed to. I choked down the gross drink in five minutes (that's the time crunch they give you) waited around the lab for one hour, BORING, and let them stab me with a needle so that they could take a sample of blood. This was not the way I wanted to spend my day off and this also was the FIRST appointment that Shaun was not able to go to (he's such a good husband he's made it to all of my other appointments), and it was one of the appointments that I wished he could have been there for. We both hate giving blood and need to be consoled and babied when we do have give blood. Well the appointment was finally over and I was grateful to be able to go home and let Shaun console me over my terrible wound. I was sooooo glad to have this appointment done and over with. Well, fast forward to the next morning. Right before I went to my first class of the day, anatomy, I got a call from my doctor saying that my blood glucose levels measured too high and that they would have to do another test. They also informed me that my glucogen levels were off and that I had pregnancy anemia ( big surprise, my Iron levels have always been to low to give blood) and that I had to go on a High Iron Diet. Well lets just say my mood was crushed for the day. I felt awful! I was so worried that I had Gestational Diabetes, that i was starving my baby of iron, and they informed me that I was measuring small and had to have another ultra sound done to make sure everything was okay. "You haven't even given birth and you're already a terrible mother." is what it honestly felt like they were telling me. Crap! I dragged my feet into Anatomy, completely bummed and feeling crappy as ever when it was called to my attention that our next test was only a couple days away. (Something I was not at all prepared for). Where did the freakin time go? I have been so wrapped up in moving and everything else I had lost track of what day/week it was.
I grudging went to another appointment a few days later to have the second test done. This test, though, made the first one seem like a cake walk. I had to drag my butt out of bed and into the doctor's office at 7:30am on a Friday. I had to fast for eight hours before taking the test which meant an early dinner the night before and no breakfast before my appointment. For those of you who have not experienced me during my pregnancy, I HAVE TO EAT BREAKFAST. I get disgustingly sick if I don't. So...I stumble into the office grumpy, hungry and scared out of my wits just hoping to get this thing over with. The first thing they did was stab me with a needle and take my blood. This didn't help my upset stomach at all. Immediately following, they gave me a twelve ounce bottle of the sugary drink (which has more sugar than the last one I had to take) and told me I had five minutes to drink it. It was 7:30 in the morning, and if you know me and my bad stomach, cherry cough medicine tasting sugar solution is not the thing to chug that early in the morning on an empty stomach. Somehow I managed to get it down without throwing it back up. I then was escorted to the lobby to wait an hour before they could test my blood again. Tick tock, tick tock, man it was good thing I brought Anatomy to study. Finally they called my name and like a crazy person I followed them back into the lab where they stabbed me a second time and took more blood. Then it was back to the lobby to wait another hour. tick tock, tick tock... the Second hour passed and again like a fool I let them stab me a third time to take my blood. Back to the lobby, tick tock, tick tock, another hour passed by. They took me back to their dungeon, I mean lab, and stabbed me for a fourth time and took more blood. Keep in mind that I still hadn't eaten anything that day and in pregnancy world, that is TORTURE! Well, they informed me that they had gotten 3 of the 4 results back already and that my glucose levels were better than perfect. I was fine and was free to leave. If anything funny showed up in the fourth test they would call me and let me know. So I stumbled out of the doctors office and 11:30am, (It took FOUR HOURS!!!) with both arms bruised and bandaged, starving, and feeling very nauseated. Do you know what it's like to have a needle stuck in each arm twice in a four hour period. I was miserable, and I was an hour late for my three hour class because the appointment took so much longer than it was supposed to. So I had to run straight to class (no time to stop for food) and sit through two hours of Stress Management, of all things, before I could stop and eat the most delicious Subway Sandwich I had ever eaten in my entire life.

The moral of the story is... Pregnancy can Suck! But... I hear that it's worth it in the End.