I had my 28-week appointment last Thursday, and everything is going just fine for both the baby and me. We’ve got a strong heart rate, normal blood pressure, average size, and not much to complain about. 11 1/2 weeks to go and so far, so good.
I had to take the standard gestational diabetes glucose test during the visit–they make you drink a sugary, syrupy orange drink and then take your blood an hour later. The drink wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be, especially after hearing horror stories from other pregnant women. The only bad part was that they couldn’t find a good vein to draw blood from. My veins like to hide, roll and curl. They did find one on my left arm, but it dried out after giving up only about 1 teaspoon of blood. Not enough. They ended up drawing blood from my hand. AND, my arm now looks like Jared Leto’s arm in Requiem for a Dream. You know, the one where he’s a heroin addict, and his arm gets so nasty and infected that they have to amputate it. My arm has a giant purple bruise, literally the size of a lime and so dark it looks like a tattoo. I had to cover it up at work for fear that my clients would think I was some sort of heroin addicted pregnant lady, it looks THAT BAD. I don’t blame the nurses though, because they apologized profusely and they felt really really bad. It doesn’t hurt. It just looks gross.
It’s worth it. I’ve been telling Larry that he’s getting a little Bethany:
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Being Larry’s sister, I have the right to say “Let’s hope my neice takes after you!” Ha! Ha! Don’t get me wrong, I do love my little brother!!!!
Posted 21 Jan 2008 at 7:11 pm ¶