Monday, May 9, 2011

28 weeks already?

I decided a blog entry was overdue since today I am 28 weeks and officially in my third trimester. How fast was that? Didn't I just take that pregnancy test and see a very faint second line? Feels like it was just a few weeks ago.

I had a few "scares" since my last post. Everything turned out fine, but I thought I'd share them anyway...

First of all, about a month ago I fell down. I was walking with Raya in the stroller and Mike was walking next to me with Steve on a leash. Something spooked Steve and his reaction was to ram into my legs and knock me off my feet. Since I was holding onto the stroller (and wheels turn) I went down face forward while Raya was tipped skyward. Luckily she was just fine and didn't seem to mind the sudden ride. I however, was left with a bruised and bloody knee (and a hole in my favorite maternity jeans) and a few fingernails that were scraped thin on the rough pavement. I was 99% sure T2 was fine. Still, 1% doubt may as well be 100% for this girl. I went in the next day for a non-stress test (to check on the baby's heart rate and activity, as well as monitor for any contractions). Everything was just fine. And the fingernail ordeal inspired me to trim and polish my nails regularly. Always a silver lining!

Next, I failed my glucose screening - an indication of gestational diabetes. My levels came back elevated because I'm a super gigantic dummy and wasn't careful about what I ate before taking the test. I DID follow the instructions. I just followed them a bit too literally. It said not to eat anything with sugar in it for two hours before drinking the glucola. So what did I do? I finished a multi-grain scone at 9:15am then drank the glucola at 11:15am. How te-rarded can a girl be? My punishment for that was to go through a 3 hour fasting blood draw. I got pricked 4 times, leaving bruises on both arms that only recently faded (the blood draw was 3 weeks ago). A few days later, I got my results. No gestational diabetes, thank goodness! Expecting me to go through pregnancy without ice cream or smoothies is like expecting me not to wear my maternity leggings almost every day.



So here I am at 28 weeks and feeling good. Other than I can't sleep worth a darn, my back hurts a little and I'm extra exhausted/lazy most of the time. Once I plop my butt on the couch, I wish to leave it there as long as possible. But Raya has learned to say "'mon Mommy!" as she waves for me to join her on walks up and down the hallway while she pushes "Kee-Cat" (her Hello Kitty) in her toy stroller. Who could ignore that? It's just too cute. I've been going to prenatal yoga once a week. I love the classes and I'm really looking forward to the "Couples Yoga and Massage for Labor" workshop we're going to in July. So is Mike. Okay, that's a lie, but he has agreed to go which definitely counts for something. T2 loves to kick the bejeezus out of me and I love him all the more for it. I'm already getting the "are you sure it's not twins?" comments... which, you know, whatever. It's not funny but it doesn't piss me off. It's just one of those things that comes with being pregnant. And honestly, even the non-funny comments are an important part of the experience :)