Today was my 27 1/2 week doctor's appointment (I know, what's with the random half weeks, right?) and my first opportunity to partake of the flat acridly sweet fruit punch beverage the medical community calls THE GLUCOSE TEST. It was pretty disgusting, but not as bad as I thought. The label on the bottle of my adult beverage said I wasn't supposed to drink or eat anything (especially coffee) for 12 hours before the test. It also said that I might throw up or faint. Lovely. My doctor didn't give me the fasting instructions before my appointment, so I chugged a latte while in line to pick up my drink. And I ate a bowl of raisin bran and a banana earlier in the morning. Oh well. Maybe the added sugar will help the test results. One can only hope. Because I sure don't want to by classified as gestational diabetes positive because of an errant drink from Starbucks.
To kill time while I waited the hour to have my blood drawn, the nurse had me fill out some paperwork describing my overall mental state in relation to becoming a mother. It's a nice thing for them to do since they compare the paperwork with more that I fill out at my six-week postpartum checkup to assess whether I am blue, down, or downright depressed after giving birth. I guess the past week's crazy transitions put me in a very emotional state (at least on paper) since no more than two minutes after walking in the door from doctor's apppointment, a liscenced social worker from the hospital called to make sure I was doing okay!! You've got to give a girl props for pre-natal honesty, right? Of course I'm crying more than usual...I'm pregnant for the first time and I graduated from high school more than 20 years ago! A baby is totally going to rock my world.
Don't get me wrong. The baby is a miracle, no doubt, and hands down probably the biggest thing that has ever happened to me. But my selfish side creeps in as I imagine giving up my freedoms and vices...no more lazy Saturday mornings, no more free time with friends at my leisure, no more reading a book for three hours straight, no more dining out on a whim, no more flat stomach. Maybe having a baby is like getting married. You don't realize how selfish you truly are until you have another person standing in front of you, constantly reflecting your humanity back in your face. I'm guessing having a baby does this 100 times over. Maybe I'll become a selfless person yet.
This Saturday’s Recipes by The Pioneer Woman
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This Saturday is a brand new episode of “Home Sweet Home” on Food Network.
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3 comments:
Oh how I appreciate your honesty! I can remember after Joshua was born actually doing a secret Google search for postpartum depression to see if this was the reason for the constant flow of tears, especially after watching A Wedding Story on TLC. Note to all pregnant women: DO NOT watch TLC after giving birth. It is guarenteed to make the water works flow.
Postlude: I was pleasantly surprised to learn that I simply had "baby blues" and was not showing any signs or symptoms of true postpartum depression.
Hey toots -- It sounds like becoming a Mom is sounding like an eminent reality. You're description about the forthcoming life change is pretty accurate, sorry to say. I'd add, not being able to eat when you want to (like when dinner has been cooked and is on the table...). It's fun in a different way.
It's remarkable to hear about the mental status questionairre. That's fabulous progress for medicine and good for Moms everywhere.
I agree with Beck but I woudl add or ever peeing by yourself :) at least I haven't gained that back yet. But none of teh stuff you give up compares with that lil fat chub baby (ok, maybe that is just mine) lovin you sooo much! Kinda makes you want to be a better person. you and Joe are going to great!
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