I Fixed My Eye!

Wow, I can't believe it's only been a week since I last posted... Feels like a crap ton longer than that.

 

For starter's, here are the bumpers and sheets I made for the baby:

 

 

On to the super fun stuff: The glucose test! I passed that SOB like nobody's business! Realistically, I should have tried to take the one hour instead of the three hour, but when I had taken it before and failed by what I did I figured I wouldn't waste my time with it again and go straight to the torture test. So the premise, for those unaware, of a glucose tolerance test is to ensure that your insulin production is managing your blood glucose levels properly. If you blood sugar is too high it can not only be bad for you, but dangerous for the baby. There are a ton of negative side effects and if you want to check them out just google "Gestational Diabetes."

 

Anywhozit, the one hour test has you consume roughly six to eight ounces of syrupy fluid containing fifty GRAMS of sugar. After an hour has passed, they take a blood sample. In order to be passing your blood glucose needs to be under130 (or 140 depending on your medical provider).

 

The three hour test takes this mini hell to a whole other circle of torture. For the above test you don't HAVE to fast beforehand (but I think this sets people up for insta-failure), whereas you need to fast for twelve hours or more before the three hour. Yea, pretty torturous for a pregnant woman... And that's just the fasting. The fun really begins when, starving, you drag your ass to the lab and let someone jab at you with a needle (if you're lucky you can get in first thing in the morning). After they collect a sample of your blood, they run it to get your baseline or "fasting" blood sugar. If you are below the acceptable threshhold you then get to enjoy another bottle of roughly six to eight fluid ounces of horrendously flavored syrup like stuff (my provider only has lime.. Ick!) that contains ONE HUNDRED GRAMS OF SUGAR. This is roughly the sugar of FOUR twenty ounces sodas. You are given five minutes to chug the liquid; it took me four minutes in June, but I managed to take it like a shooter this time in about ninety seconds. After this they draw blood at the one, two and three hour marks.

 

The way they "grade" this torture test is as follows (I'm including both my sets of results for funnzies):

Time                Standard         Test#1(June)    Test#2(Sept)

Baseline           < 95                  93                    83

One Hour        < 179                178                  134

Two Hour        < 154                103                  80

Three Hour      < 139                72                    65

 

Pretty freaking clear I do not suffer from gestational diabetes, and as much as I hate the test I would take it again if I had to for my health and even more importantly my baby's health.

 

After the nightmare was over we headed to our favorite neighborhood pizza place and I pigged out on sweet delicious carbs and protein.

 

Saturday was K's bachelorette party. It was a blast! Even though I did not partake of any "adult" beverages it was still a great time. Most importantly the bride enjoyed herself plenty! We didn't get back to my place until two in the morning, at which point we both crashed. It took me about a half hour to fall asleep, and I woke up around 6:30 which sucked balls. I cuddled with the monster for about a half hour until my stomach (and the baby) reminded me I was hungry. I went downstairs and munched on a couple crackers before K and I went in search of breakfast. Later, after K had headed home, and Collin returned home from his night out we opted to take a much needed nap. Four hours is just not enough sleep for a pregnant woman. 

 

It just dawned on me I skipped Friday night here. Friday night I got all of our shower invites printed out and stuffed into envelopes. We mailed all of them Saturday morning except for the handful that I hand delivered to people at work. And now I remember why I hadn't got to this part yet.

 

So Monday I dropped the bomb at work. I posted my "open" shower invite by the time clock at my work, along with a cute little addendum requesting people respect boundaries and not touch the pregnant woman. Only one person so far has gone against this request, but I hear tell that others are itching to touch my belly. I really, truly do not understand this aspect of human behavior. I have worked here for almost three years and no one has craved physical contact with my abdomen UNTIL they found out I am growing a tiny human in there. It is one of the weirdest "social cues" out there: see pregnant woman, touch pregnant woman. Seriously?! If anyone can explain this to me comment below. Heck, when I was clocking out for lunch one of the women at my work stopped me as I was leaving the time clock area, circled her arms around me (without touching) and told me that she has wanted to touch my belly ever since I posted the sign. I laughed awkwardly and proceeded to go eat my lunch. I never had the desire to run up to a random pregnant person and touch them... But then again we all know I'm not human.

 

To my eyeball, at last. Whether it was something completely random, or some weird preggo side effect; for the last three weeks or so my right eye would water at random. Think crocodile tears. It was insanely annoying and I have no idea what brought it on. It typically happened around the same times each day. There was no itching, burning, or other indicator of an irritant or allergen. I was finally reaching the point of actually WANTING to talk to my doctor about it. Sunday was like any other watery eyed day, but one difference was the slight pressure I felt in the tear duct of my right eye. "Great!" I thought, "Not only does this bastard water uncontrollably at random but now I am developing a stye a week before my best friend's wedding!" I checked the mirror repeatedly throughout the day awaiting the red and swelling action but it never came. I don't know what sparked my next action, but that evening as my eye was doing its water feature impression and I was gently dabbing away the excess moisture I decided to apply light pressure to my tear duct. There was no additional pain, and as I pushed a little harder the pain disappated all together. I pulled the tissue away (WARNING: This next part may be TMI) there was a decent sized glob of healthy looking mucus. Super gross I know, but since then? My eye has not watered beyond the normal, I yawned too hard, or I poked myself in the eye type moments. It's been three days now, and I am loving it!

 

Now to go mow down on this dreamy salad I am making for dinner and then it's off to pick up my bridesmaid's dress.

 

Here's to hoping it cools down fast tonight! It made it into the mid nineties here today!