Another day that starts with a doctor appointment. To be honest, today is not my favorite day. It’s the day I consider to be the worst day of pregnancy….glucose testing day.
I’m not allowed to eat until after I drink that drink and get my blood drawn, and I’m starving. I’d seriously rather go through labor than do this every time. Fine, that might be a little bit of a dramatic reaction to it…but I hate it. The drink always makes me sick, and I always, without fail, pass out if I’m not allowed to eat.
I have my regular OB appointment first, and I’m sure I’ll get a lot of fun information then, too. I haven’t been back to see her since I fell and landed myself in the hospital for observation, and now that I’m in my 3rd trimester…I’m expecting her to give me some sort of restrictions. Which honestly, I wouldn’t mind. With the amount of exhausted that I am…I wouldn’t mind some forced restrictions.
I’m almost 29 weeks now, and I really don’t know how much longer I have being pregnant left. I don’t have a history of premature labor, my 3 year old was the earliest at 38 weeks, but I know both my own body and issues relating specifically to this pregnancy are playing a large role this time.
I know my husband is worried about me. I almost fell again last night (well, really I just walked into something really hard…hello spacial awareness 🤦🏻♀️) and he yelled at me to get back into bed and to stop trying to do things.
Anyway. I just finished the nasty drink. Yuck. Got it down in 5 minutes though. I guess it’s not that bad…it only made me feel slightly sick. 😬
She’s worried about a (possible) blood clot in my leg, so now I’m waiting on a call to go get scanned for that. I follow up with my high risk OB on Monday too, so we’ll see what she has to say about my other weird issues then. Oh, it is fun to be me.