At the 20 week appointment, I did a 1 hour glucola test. I dreaded it. When I got to the office the ladies at the front didn't know anything about it, so I thought I may get to skip it. No such luck. One lady looked up while on the phone and asked the famous question, "Orange or fruit punch?" Ugh. )I always get orange because red foods/drinks give me headaches.) The lab tech brought me my drink and it was stinkin' fruit punch! What's a girl to do? I put on my big girl panties and guzzled it down to wait my hour.
I went in for my appointment with the OB, a new woman, and everything looked great. Baby's heartbeat is strong, She said I was okay with my weight and asked if I had any questions. I mentioned my sinus issues and that my ear had been bothering me so she checked it out and wrote me a prescription for an antibiotic.
I went back to finish my one hour wait and then had a finger prick, a "You passed!" and I was on my way for another month. (I was ecstatic since that was the first glucola I had passed since I was pregnant with Ethan!)
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Four weeks later I returned, accompanied by Ronnie for the first time. Yay! I hate going by myself. The whole appointment didn't last 20 minutes, but I got upset because I had gained SEVEN pounds in those four weeks.I still don't know what happened, but God bless that doctor (same new lady), she didn't mention a word about weight. I could have hugged her for that! She did re-check my ear, but I couldn't help myself. I started laughing and she asked if I was okay. I told her I was, but I was the only person I know who goes to the gynecologist to get my ears checked. That's when I found out she has a sense of humor, thankfully.
The heartbeat and everything else was good and she sent me on my way for four more weeks, when I'm scheduled for the normal glucose test.
I have an appointment Friday, so I'm praying that I pass and that everything looks good with baby!
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Pregnancy Brain
Seems that this phenomenom has been rearing its ugly head with me lately. I'll just use the past 24 hours as an example.
After attending a play at Ethan's school yesterday, I helped Grandma take a quilt to the Senior Center and took a quick trip to WalMart. Upon leaving the store, I couldn't find my van. I walked around the parking lot for 10 minutes (not even exaggerating, wish I was) with 2 babies in the cart before I finally found it.
Yesterday afternoon, Ezra unplugged my alarm clock. I re-set it before church so I wouldn't have to worry about it at bedtime. When I went to bed, I set the alarm so I could get Ethan up and to the bus on time. This morning I hear Ezra moving around, and when I open my eyes discover the sun is up and the birds are chirping and its 7.30 rather than 6.00. Looking at the clock, I think that I never even heard it go off. Upon further checking, I realized that I got my a.m. and p.m. mixed up last night and my alarm won't go off until 6.00 this evening.
Oh well. Two and a half months and I won't be pregnant anymore.
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