This past Thursday, we accomplished something I didn’t think was possible. A short doctor visit. Hopefully, now that I have to go every two weeks, they will all be short. For this one, I drank a glucose tolerance beverage which didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would, but I immediately felt sick. Add to that the fact that they took blood for the test, and my afternoon was close to ruined. By the time my stomach felt better, I was falling asleep at my desk. But the good news is, I do not have gestational diabetes. Not even close. So cupcakes still get to be a big part of my life. So happy! I do have low blood count though, so I’m taking iron supplements, but I can live with that. I’m hoping that now I won’t be so tired all the time. Although, it’s been a really great excuse for not doing the things I don’t want to do. Unfortunately, I was too freaked out about the blood and the needle to pay attention to anything else going on, but Peyton tells me that BabyKer’s heartbeat was fine and I’m still growing (getting fatter) at the normal rate. He’s big, I’m big…everybody’s big. Yay.
I also had dinner with a friend a couple of weeks ago and we decided on a date for my baby shower. January 22nd. Three weeks before my due date. So assuming I’m still pregnant, which I probably will be, I will also be huge AND on display!! Oh well…the holidays sucked up all the good dates, so this is what was left. And I know I’m supposed to just sit back and let the rest of the planning play out, but I’m a little handsy when it comes to these things. I’m going to try not to be, though. TRY being the key word. Good luck, me!
So we have not picked out a name for BabyKer yet, but have decided that once we do, it’s going to be our little secret until he’s here. It took just a couple of times of getting our feelings hurt to realize that this is our decision, and ours alone…and there are going to be people who don’t like his name, no matter what it is. The important thing is WE will like it, and it will be awesome. Trust me.
Speaking of feelings…I really want to know what it is about being pregnant that makes me look like my feelings can’t get hurt. It’s like the whole world switches their tact button to “off” when they see me (or any other pregnant woman) approaching. I know I’ve complained about it before, but it just keeps happening, and every time it shocks me. This weekend, a lady at Walgreens asked me when I’m due and when I told her February, her eyes popped and she said, “Wow…you’re so BIG already!” Yeah well…thank you? What the heck am I supposed to say to that?! Other than, “Wow…so are YOU.” (Even though she wasn’t…but let her see what it feels like). Poor Peyton gets to deal with this for way longer than any of these rude people do. They just blurt out their insult and then happily go about their day, while Peyton gets to wait around for me for 20 extra minutes while I change clothes five times and complain about how huge I look in everything, thanks to the new complex I’ve just been given. So I’m going to break it down into simple terms. Woman = overly sensitive. Pregnant woman = overly sensitive with no emotional control and a tendency to leave the brain-to-mouth filter next to the other important items she can’t find. Tread carefully!!! Okay?