I had my glucose screening today. Here’s how it went down…
I woke up at 6:45. I couldn’t eat breakfast because huzzah! you’re not allowed to eat or drink anything after midnight the evening before you take the test. Do you know how torturous that is for a lady in her third trimester? Very.
I arrived at LabCorp at around 8:15 to find a jam-packed waiting room. As I signed in, I noticed a sign by the desk saying “If you’re here for a glucose screening, please tell the attendant immediately upon arrival.” So I did. I then proceeded to cut in front of the approximately 25 people who were in line ahead of me because apparently the glucose screening trumps all other tests.
I waddled back into the exam room - that’s what I do now, what with the fetus camped out on my bladder, making me feel like I’m going to pee in my pants about 87% of my waking hours. The nice lady took a vial of blood and then asked me to down a bottle of what looked like Hawaiian Punch but tasted like warm Dimetapp. The first couple sips weren’t so bad. By the end of the bottle, I thought I was going to throw up. Except I would have thrown up nothing because, I’m sure you all remember, I hadn’t eaten breakfast.
She then escorted me to a holding area where I sat in a tiny plastic chair for one hour, waiting to see how my body would react to the sudden and ridiculous influx of sugar.
A few minutes after sitting down, I definitely felt quite the rush. The baby must have felt it, too, because there was much kicking and flipping. That lasted about 10 minutes.
And then came the crash.
I spent the next 45 minutes nodding off and almost falling out of m tiny plastic chair. Finally, she came back to get me so she could take *another* vial of blood. I almost fell asleep in the chair AS SHE WAS DOING IT.
The next thing I knew, I was at work and the bag of Wheat Thins I had brought with me was empty.
Hopefully I didn’t cause any major highway incidents during my drive, because I do not recall a single second of it. Or the eating of the Wheat Thins.
Today our friend Mark came over to look at the baby’s room so he can start planning for the spectacular and wonderful mural he will be painting on the wall.
Here’s a preview of what’s involved:
I. Cannot. Wait.
Friday: Home for a bit. Off to dinner at Joe’s with some friends. To another friends to watch Batman Begins. Almost fell asleep on the couch. Home and to bed.
Saturday: Up around 8. Puttering until the in-laws came over to help with more house stuff. Lunch at Northside Grill. Nice visit with Matt and Maura who came by to see the house. Nap. Dinner with Ross and MattWhite at Mexico. Trip to Target. Home to putter. Bed.
Sunday: Up at 7:30. Did some work for church. Errands. Home to shower. Took care of the little ones during church. Met new Richmonder Avery after the service. Quick stop by the in-laws to pick up more of our stuff. Home. Dinner soon. Hoping to finally watch a movie in our spacious new family room.
Have a great week!
Navigating my cart around stunned UR freshman who just can’t figure out which laundry basket they should buy.
Having to pee 4 times in the 45 minutes I was there because SOMEONE is camped out on my bladder.
Realizing that none of their maternity jeans (or anyone’s, really) fit me. And then almost crying in the dressing room because PANTS I HATE THEM.
Watching the checkout guy’s face turn red when he had to get a price check on the breast pump accessories set I was buying.
Listening to the frantic cries of a newborn whose mother was too busy texting to to notice that her child’s diaper had EXPLODED POOP ALL OVER THE CAR SEAT.
Now that my life has taken on a relatively normal status, hopefully Zappturday posts will actually be happening… maybe even on Saturday!
Without further ado, here’s your weekly dose of Zapp goodness:
Proof that this dog is not at all selective in who/what she cuddles.
You’d think that as I now *can* nest, I would actually *be* nesting.
Not so much.
The house looks pretty much the same as it did on Sunday. Do I care? No. Because for a good long while I wasn’t even sure we were going to get this house. So I’m perfectly fine living in chaos for a while, as long as the chaos is in *this* house.
And let’s be honest, who wants to unpack when you could be eating cereal and watching The Mary Tyler Moore show on hulu?
Exactly.
We are most definitely in the third and final trimester now. Picture after the jump…
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All of our clothes are still in suitcases, and I have no clue what went where in my kitchen cabinets, but we’re getting there.
Thanks to some incredible, wonderful, and very handsome and strong people, the POD was unpacked by 5:30 on Friday - a full hour before we had even asked people to show up. We spent yesterday unpacking and cleaning. Ross and his dad also got a couple things accomplished on our to-do list while Ross’s mom continued to unpack and my mom and I went to Target to stock up on shower curtains and the like for our THREE AND A HALF BATHROOMS. WTF.
Today Ross’s dad is coming back over to install a ceiling fan, but other than that, we’re taking a break today. There will be some unpacking, but mostly we’ll be trying to settle in. And napping. Oh! the napping.
Hopefully the dogs will get plenty of time to adjust today. It’s been pretty chaotic over here the last couple days with lots of people in and out and so much going on. It seems that Shooter and Zapp switched personalities upon walking in the door. He spends his days prancing around while she cowers from corner to corner, not knowing what to do next. Every strange sound makes her lose her sh*t (figuratively and literally), and if she’s left alone in a room, there is much woe expressed with brain-crushing howls. I’m considering valium. For everyone.
I’ll post pictures soon. Pictures of our new house. With four bedrooms. And three and a half bathrooms.
You would think what with the stress of selling and buying a house finally being over, I would have experienced a nice, solid sleep last night.
Not so much.
After going to bed at 10:30, I woke up at 4 ready to go.
I like to think of this not as a result of my insane tendency to obsess over details like where we will put all of our furniture in the new house and more as a blessed event in which the Good Lord is preparing me for being awoken by the squawks and screeches of a delightful newborn in a few short months.
It’s going to be a long day.
