Monday, August 28
Ultrasound 5
New Ultrasound Photos of Baby Kate. I am skipping the gender identification ultrasound. Even an unborn child needs little bit of privacy.
Failed
I didn't hear the phone ringing. Jae and I were busy cleaning the house Saturday and had the vacuum running most of the morning. While we were taking a break, Jae noticed our answering machine flashing..."someone called."
It was my ob office. I eventually got a hold of one of the nurses and she tells me, "you failed your glucose test." Wondering what "failed" meant, I asked her to explain more. She then told me my sugar level was higher than what they'd like to see and that I would have to do the test again. Besides drinking that wretched orange drink, this time I'd have to fast, get my blood drawn every hour for 3 hours, and go to the hospital to get it done. This test would determine whether I have gestational diabetes. The nurse told me not to worry about it, which made me worry about it. I'm sure I'll be okay, whatever the results may be.
And something really scary occurred to me last night as I was trying to fall asleep. I'd have to lose 35 pounds in order to get back down to my pre-Ellie weight and if I wanted to get back down to my pre-wedding weight, I'd have to lose an extra 15. 50 pounds! With that number lingering in my mind, I somehow managed to fall asleep only wake up in the middle of the night by a an excruciating pain in my left calf. I pulled my leg muscle as I was stretching.
It was my ob office. I eventually got a hold of one of the nurses and she tells me, "you failed your glucose test." Wondering what "failed" meant, I asked her to explain more. She then told me my sugar level was higher than what they'd like to see and that I would have to do the test again. Besides drinking that wretched orange drink, this time I'd have to fast, get my blood drawn every hour for 3 hours, and go to the hospital to get it done. This test would determine whether I have gestational diabetes. The nurse told me not to worry about it, which made me worry about it. I'm sure I'll be okay, whatever the results may be.
And something really scary occurred to me last night as I was trying to fall asleep. I'd have to lose 35 pounds in order to get back down to my pre-Ellie weight and if I wanted to get back down to my pre-wedding weight, I'd have to lose an extra 15. 50 pounds! With that number lingering in my mind, I somehow managed to fall asleep only wake up in the middle of the night by a an excruciating pain in my left calf. I pulled my leg muscle as I was stretching.
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