Good news...

No gestational diabetes! Woo hoo! Guess we're just having a huge baby. Current plan of action is just to keep monitoring every week and make sure he's not in distress at all and then evaluate at 37 weeks if they want to induce or not.

Okay, if you happened upon my blog in the hour and a half that I had a rant involving being judged for being a working mom, please excuse me. It's been another long day...

Remembered something funny...

When Greg was telling his parents everything last night he told them that our baby was in the 97th percentile for size. I had forgotten them telling us that little fact...we already have an overachiever!

Okay, we're off to our child birth etc. class now...good thing I didn't have to go to the hospital yesterday, I wouldn't have known what to do! ;-) Somehow I'm thinking I'm still not really going to know what to do!

It's been a long day...

It started this morning with my dad calling me to let me know my grandmother had passed away. It's a good thing, she's been praying for this for a while. She's been trapped in a body that was ailing while still having a completely sharp mind. It's still really hard though...I kind of just thought she'd live forever. I really wanted her to still be here when little Bruce came, but I know she'll watch over him from heaven. Even though we lived far away from each other, I love her very much. I am named after her...okay enough, too many tears.

I went in at 9:30 for the ultrasound. Everything looks good, but the ultrasound tech kept commenting on how big he is. Ultimately they're saying he's currently 7 lbs. 8 oz. as of today! Okay, that's a full term baby and I'm only 33.6 weeks along. So she's going on and on about how big he is and I'm starting to feel overwhelmed.

I head doctor's office where they had told me I'd meet with a doctor today only to be told I wouldn't be meeting with her after all. I was kind of frustrated just because I wanted someone to explain what all was happening. So I meet with the nurse practitioner who starts on about how big he is and says it over and over. Ultimately she tells me she doesn't know what to do so she's going to go consult with my doctor. Next thing I know people are wheeling in machines and there are 5 more people in the room. At this point I've had all I can handle...it had been a rough morning and I had no idea what was going on. I just break down and start crying. Luckily the doctor came in at that point and was able to explain what was happening so here's my best retelling of it.

Basically, yes, we have a big baby. I also had quite a bit of amniotic fluid. These two things are common of babies who's mothers have gestational diabetes. I had my 1 hour test and passed fine, but she was concerned that maybe I had developed diabetes since (really rare btw). So they were hooking me up to fetal monitors to make sure he wasn't in distress and ran some non-stress tests on him. He passed with flying colors. The doctor told me that if I do have GD then I would need a modified diet and possibly even insulin shots to help keep his growth down while he continues developing. If I don't have GD then we would try and keep him in as long as possible, but will probably induce at 37 weeks. If it looks like he's over 9 lbs. at 37 weeks then I'll be scheduled for a c-section. Again, information overload and I'm overwhelmed again...but still to go I needed to have the 3 hour gestational diabetes test to rule out whether or not I had developed it.

I head up to the lab where they tell me they can't do it because it's already 11:00 and they close at 2:00 so there's not enough time for them to run it. So now I break down for a second time. I just started crying and told them just tell me where to go and what to do. It's 11:00 I haven't eaten anything all day and now I find out I can't eat or drink anything for the next three hours and I'm going to have my blood drawn four times. I make it to location 2 do my three hour thing and just finally got home. So basically it's been a long day. I'll update when I know the results of my GD test.

Only a couple more days 'til we find out what kind of giant I'm growing...

I'm excited for my appointment on Friday. At least we'll have an idea how big this boy is! My biggest fear though is I'll go in Friday morning and they'll tell me to go ahead and check into the hospital! That being said, please pray that doesn't happen...I'm not ready!

And well that's it...I sat here for a second trying to see if I could come up with something entertaining to write, and whelp, nope! I got nothing...'til Friday!

Funny story that has nothing to do with being pregnant

So, I was hanging out at my friend's (Carrie's) house the other day...which is what I always do when I skip...ahem...take a day off work (don't worry, it's allowed...). Anyway, so I'm over there and we're just chatting and I remember a funny story.

So after all my troubles trying to return stuff to Target....who by the way has the ABSOLUTE WORST return policy of all times...I was reminded of what Greg and I fondly refer to as "Wal-Mart Date Night."

Greg and I got married the summer between our junior and senior years of college. I worked part time as a teller and and Greg worked part time at the Collegiate Card for a whopping $5.75 an hour...both in school full time. We claimed a whole $11,000 for the year as our annual salary on our tax return in 2003! Oh, and we still had to pay taxes that year...man I hate tax season. Anyway, back to Wal-Mart Date Night. So, basically we were PO-OOR! When we'd want to have a date night we'd walk around the house and look for stuff that we'd bought at Wal-Mart that we could take back. It was always stuff that hadn't been opened yet, but we'd take back the box of Swiffer's we'd bought, or the laundry detergent we hadn't used yet and didn't need right away. We'd gather up all that we could find and head to Wal-Mart. Their return policy is AWESOME! They'll take anything without a receipt as long as it's under $20...and if it's over $20 they'll give you store credit. So on the off chance we had multiple things, we'd recruit friends to take back stuff too! It was like our own little savings account. We'd take back our stuff, collect our cash and head out for dinner at Taco Bueno or something and then go see a dollar movie.

It's memories like this that make you really appreciate where you are today. Greg and I are doing well...we love each other...and now we're having a baby. I think back to those days and it's easy just to remember that we argued ALL the time, but there were a lot of good memories too. I joke a lot that nothing kills a marriage faster than living in Abilene, and for us that was probably true, but there are some married memories in that town that will always bring a smile to my face!

I'm carrying a fetus midget...

Well not really, or at least they haven't proven it yet. I had my regular appointment today and I'm now measuring 3.5 - 4 weeks ahead. I didn't even gain any weight between my last two appointments so at least I didn't just feel fat! I'm currently at a little over 32 weeks so that puts me quite a bit ahead...if it's right. I go again in two weeks and they're going to do an ultrasound to see just how big this baby is. Since Greg was adopted when he was two we don't have any records of his birth or anything. He lived with a foster family starting at 6 months so that's the earliest information that we have. The doctor asked me today if either of us had been big babies, and I wasn't and like I said we don't know about Greg. I will say, Greg has the biggest head of anyone I know so if that's any indication then I'm beginning to wish I'd married someone else! Just kidding...mostly. :-)

Also, looks like I'm going to be on my fourth doctor. My current doctor was diagnosed with breast cancer so they're going to be assigning me to someone else. So let's see: I started with Dr. 1, but the practice itself drove me nuts. The staff was always disorganized and rude so I switched to a friend's doctor. Dr. 2 decided she wanted to be a full time mom after I'd met with her twice so I switched to Dr. 3 who just got diagnosed with breast cancer. I feel like I should warn my next doctor that having me as a patient is apparently a curse! Oh well, what are you going to do? At first they thought she'd be back in time to deliver me, but if I'm really this far ahead or even if I'm not, they're not so sure she'll be back. That being said, please keep her and her family in your prayers (Dr. Heck). She's not very old, and I would guess this has been a pretty big shock!

Finally, want to brag on my husband for a second. He has so far made A's on every test he's taken. Three of them he had the highest grade in the class! He's worked harder this semester than I think I did in all four years of college and I'm REALLY proud of him! Just wanted y'all to know!

My crazy week...

So, this has been a crazy week. Started having contractions off and on and told the doctor at my appt. last Friday. I was told as long as there weren't more than six in an hour I would be fine. Didn't go to church Sunday, went to work Monday, didn't go to work Tuesday, worked 14 hours Wednesday, and by Thursday I felt terrible. Went to work in the morning and by lunch time I was having terrible pains in my stomach and back and I felt really nauseated. I was in the process of texting one of my previously pregnant friends (Carrie) to ask if I was just being paranoid, when a friend at work walked up and told me I looked bad and made me go down to the nurse at work.

The nurse then proceeds to freak me out telling me to call my doctor immediately from her office, which I do, and they tell me to come in within the next 1/2 hour. By this point I'm totally freaking out because I was just expecting everyone to tell me I was just being paranoid.

Well it all turned out okay. Just had a urinary tract infection, got some antibiotics, and feel TONS better now. It was just a bit crazy there for a while!

So, want to hear my pregnancy ditsy moment of the day? Today I get up all early and I'm proud of myself because then I can take my time getting ready for church. I take a particularly long shower and get out to hear Greg say...uh, did you know church starts in 5 minutes? Yeah, I totally forgot to "spring forward" so he rushed off to church and left me at home in my bathrobe. That's not even the best part of my ditsyness...a little later I take the towel off my head to brush through and fix my hair when I realize despite the fact that I took a 30 minute shower, I apparently never bothered to rinse the conditioner out of it! So back in the shower...so if any of you see me today, you can rest assured that I'm especially clean today!

One last question to leave you with: why is it that smoke detector batteries only go out at 3:00 AM and not like 5:00 in the evening? And why do smoke detectors that are plugged into the electricity system in the house EVER go out? Hmmmm...some of life's little mysteries! :-)