Glucose Testing...

At my last doctor's appointment, Sarah informed me that I would be doing a glucose test at my next appointment, and that day was today.

I had talked to a few friends about this glucose test, and they had nothing but bad things to say about it.

"Oh my God, it's so gross."

"It's so thick and disgusting. You literally have to choke it down."

"You just have to make sure not to throw up after you drink it, or you have to go back and do it again. It's horrible."

Oh joy.

After these words of encouragment, I was NOT looking forward to this testing.

I got to the doctor's office, and when I went up to the counter, they handed me a bottle of what looked like orange soda, so it wasn't really that thick. She told me I had to drink it within 5 minutes and bring the bottle back up when I was done. I took it back to my seat, with all the expectant mothers in the waiting room watching me. They would whisper to their significant others, telling them exactly what it was I was doing. One lady actually said, "I wonder if she'll puke." Thanks, Lady Wearing a Tiger T-Shirt from 1984.

I looked at the bottle, wondering if I was going to win this battle that was put before me. I took the cap off, and started chugging. Once I tasted it, I realized that it tasted exactly like orange soda from McDonald's, but with a few 10 extra spoonfuls of sugar thrown in. It was definitely sweet, but nothing that I couldn't handle. It actually made me crave a happy meal. Yes, yes. I am a fat girl. I'm well aware of this.

I drank the orange drink pretty fast, and took the bottle up to the desk. The lady behind the counter actually said, "You're already done? Wow." She wrote the time down and said they'd call me back in a minute. I didn't really know how to take what she said. Do I take it as I should be proud of myself for drinking something so disgusting? Or should it make me worried that I could handle something so sugary?

I got called back and met with Sarah. It was a pretty quick appointment. I didn't have a lot of questions, just mainly freaking out about this test. I asked her if I could take baths, since the house we are moving into has a kick ass huge tub. She said it was perfectly fine and I could take them as hot as I want. I talked to Kate about this later, and she said I shouldn't stay in the bath for too long though.

Sarah told me that I had to be in the lab in exactly an hour, since it's basically a timed test, so they could draw my blood. Again. I made my next appointment and went out to my car. I wasn't there too long, since I didn't know how long I would be waiting at the lab after I turned my paperwork in.

I walked down to the lab, and of course there was a wait, but I had like 20 minutes, so it was no big deal. Time kept creeping closer, and this girl a few years younger than me was talking to the Check-In lady. But she wasn't just giving her her information. She was bullshitting.

Time kept creeping closer.

She's still blabbing away.

Tick tock.

Blab blab blab.

Finally she goes into the room to get her blood drawn and I have 3 minutes to get my blood drawn. I talk to the Check-In lady and she realizes that I'm on a time draw. She tells the ladies drawing blood, and they try to rush through Blah Blah Ditzy Girl, (who I will forever be bitter towards if my test results didn't turn out because she wouldn't shut up) and finally get me in, almost 5 minutes past when I was supposed to get my blood drawn.

I sit down, and OF COURSE, there is a student doing the blood draws. She takes forever setting up, and once again, OF COURSE, can't find my vein. Instead of getting the actual tech, she tries anyway. Now you know how much I hate to get my blood drawn, especially when it's done by idiots. So she stabs me and realizes she misses. Instead of taking the needle out and trying again, she takes the needle out a little, shifts it to the left, and stabs it back in. WHAT?!? AND she missed again! So what did she do? Her little "Take the needle a little ways out and stab it back in again" move. And did she find the vein? NO!!

Finally, she called the tech over. By this time, I'm super uncomfortable, I have been stabbed multiple times with no blood, and time is quickly running out to do this test. I asked the tech if she has enough time to get this test done, and apparently she had a few minutes to spare. Within 10 seconds of her coming into the room, I had a needle in my arm, in a vein this time, and blood was filling up the capsules. Never trust students.

They had to take 9 capsules full this time, 7 to test against the first round of blood draws that I did when I first got pregnant, and then 2 for the glucose test. It was so much fun! Not.

The Big Move...

We finally got all settled into our new house! It’s really beautiful out here. It’s a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom house on 5 acres, for less than what we were paying for our one bedroom apartment. The only drawback is that it’s way out in Ford, WA, which is an hour out of town. But for awhile now, we have been saying that we wanted to get a house out in the country so we can actually see the stars at night, and now we can.

Although I’m not sure how stoked I’ll be about the drive when we have to fill up the gas tank.

The move itself was exhausting, even though I never lifted a thing. Oh believe me, I wanted to, but Mike would never let me. (I love how protective he is of me.) I DID do a lot of “pick a couple small things up, walk them over to a box, go back and pick a couple more things up, walk them back over to the box”. I swear I walked back and forth across the kitchen and into the living room of our apartment 1,000 times. Elizabeth was PISSED by the time I got done doing that. Even I was getting a little disgruntled with it. At one point, I was getting so frustrated with our crappy packing tape, I threw it and started crying. I tried my best to hide it, but Mike could tell I was frustrated. He was a very good boyfriend and came over and gave me a big hug and told me to relax for awhile.

Overall, it went pretty smoothly. I’d say the only other hang up was having to drive Mike’s parents’ truck so far in and trying to find people to help us with the huge stuff since I can’t lift anything. But now that we are getting settled into the new house, it’s nice. We just have to get my couch from my parents, a bed for the guest bedroom from Mike’s parents’, and the crib from Kate’s house, and we’ll be ready to go :)

Here are some pictures of the house. I took them before we got stuff set up, but I will post some soon…

Here is the guest bathroom



Our awesome kitchen



The living room



Master Bedroom



Master bathroom



Mike's man cave (all that stuff is cleared out of there now. It's Mike's cousin's furniture)



The future nursury



Our house!

Another Doctor's Appointment...

Today I had another doctor's appointment. It wasn't anything really special...or was it?

It was the usual routine. Wait in the waiting room. Pee in a cup. Get called back. Wait in the room. Doctor comes in. Listens to the heartbeat, which was great. Ask if we have any questions. Blah, blah, blah. Enter the awesome part.

Sarah was looking at my chart, and had a look of concern on her face. I asked if anything was wrong, and she looked at me and said, "Do you know that you've only gained 9 lbs. since you got pregnant?" I told her no way, because the amount that I'm eating, there's no way that I could've only gained 9 pounds. Plus, I see myself in the mirror. I'm not blind.

She showed me the chart, though, and low and behold, I've only gained 9 pounds. So she says this to me, "You need to eat more fat. Like ice cream."

Aaaaand I love you.

Could words more awesome than that ever be uttered? I submit that they cannot.

So after the appointment, Mike and I stopped by the store and picked up some ice cream.

This pregnancy just went from awesome to super FANTASTIC.

Mike finally felt the baby!...

Mike FINALLY got to feel the baby today! He’s been getting really frustrated, since I’ve been feeling her move and shake for awhile now, and he still couldn’t feel her. He’s tried pretty much every day to feel her, and still came up with nothing. This morning, I had him lay his head on my belly, and he finally felt her move. She wasn’t moving at first, but he said, "I don't think she's going to move for me", and she kicked him right in the head. I really think that she recognizes his voice. He laid there for awhile and felt her move again. He was really excited. I love whenever I feel her. If she doesn’t move for awhile, I pat my stomach and start talking to her, and she’ll give me a little kick or flutter. It gives me such a motherly feeling that she knows my voice and responds to it. And now Mike gets to experience it too! :)

Another measurement appointment...

We had another ultrasound today! This one was a follow up to our first appointment when they couldn’t get all the measurements they needed because she was still a little small. We went into the ultrasound room, and, once again, she was moving like crazy as soon as she came up on the screen. You could see instantly that she had gotten bigger. I was hoping to see her face a lot, but the ultrasound tech was focused on getting the measurements she needed for the doctor to see, so we didn’t get to see a lot of her close up. I asked the ultrasound tech to make sure that Elizabeth was in fact still a girl, because ever since we found out the sex, women had told me MULTIPLE stories about how they were told that their baby was one gender and then popped out the other. She chuckled, and was happy to double check for us. Elizabeth is definitely still a girl!



The tech did some 3D pictures as well. While I was watching on the screen, I really had no idea what we were looking at. But every time the tech moved the little wand thingy, she kept saying, “Oh how cute! Oh my gosh that’s adorable! Awww, look at that!” Seriously, I saw nothing. Just blobs. I just kinda smiled and nodded like I knew what the hell she was seeing. When she printed out the pictures for us, I finally saw what she was talking about. I still think Elizabeth looks like a gummy bear, but that’s just because she doesn’t have any fat on her yet. It’s still all clinging to me, which is sarcastically awesome. Although we didn’t see a lot of her face, we did see a lot of her body. They took really great pictures of her legs and her hand. And by the one picture she took of her face, you can tell that she has Mike’s chin and nose. Mikey thinks she has my ears, which is cool, but I don’t think Mike has big ears at all, so either is fine by me.







This one she really looks like a little gummy bear.





This is the one that she really looks like Mike. That is totally his nose.