Once in each arm, and once in the heiny, to be specific.
At my last doctor’s appointment (Friday, June 20), in addition to the usual torturous weigh-in, the belly measuring (I’m “normal size”), blood pressure, listening to the heartbeat, and assuring me my swollen ankles are normal, the doctor had me go for my glucose tolerance test AND my RH shot.
Basically I had to go to the 4th floor of the hospital (my dr’s office is on the 2nd), where a really nice nurse stole blood from my left arm (she called me dear and her needle didn’t hurt). Then I had to drink a not-so-terrible orange fizzy drink (as quickly as possible). Then I went downstairs to have my regular doctor’s appointment, with the tortuous weigh-in and all. THEN we (Chris is with me at every appointment) had time to kill because I had to wait an hour after drinking that stuff. So we walked around the hospital, trying not to go places where we weren’t supposed to be. THEN we went back upstairs at the stroke of 9:40am, where a different nurse stole MORE blood from my right arm, and she wasn’t very friendly, and she didn’t call me dear, and her needle really hurt, and left a bruise. Then we went downstairs to the “assessment room” where we saw women in various stages of labor (the room where you go directly when you arrive at the hospital when you’re in labor), and it was kind of scary. BUT they have reclining armchairs, which Chris and I both think is fairly brilliant, cuz if a woman in labor doesn’t need them, then ain’t nobody needs ‘em. THEN we waited a while… THEN a nurse took me behind a curtain, instructed me to expose my heiny, and she SHOT me. That one really hurt. But I don’t wanna be a wimp, because pretty soon I have to go through labor, and I’m suspecting it will be a fair bit worse.
But still, that’s my story. If you read this far, congratulations, you have too much time on your hands.
Before I got pregnant, I mostly just dreamed about what it would be like to have a baby to love and raise – to be a mom.
The fact that it takes nine months to grow one went in one ear and out the other. In our society of instant gratification, we expect that we can get things instantly. Hence, when hubby and I decided we wanted a baby, I had no idea just how long nine months could feel.
For the record – it feels like forever. In some senses I can hardly remember what it’s like to have a waist, a non-sore back, or visible ankle bones (I know they’re in there somewhere).
But in another sense, it feels like time has hurtled past like summer vacation when you’re 10. Know what I mean? Maybe not. That’s ok. Chris will probably just chalk this post up to “incoherent baby brain ramblings” anyway.
I mean, seriously, I’m having a baby in 11 weeks? WHAAAAAAATTT?????
The baby is a real person. I mean, a brand new human being with it’s own DNA, personality, and ideas. Baby is already like 2.5lbs (give or take, depending on which website you check), and around 15 inches long! I feel kicks and punches all day long, here and there, and am constantly reminded of the little baby that currently is using my abdominal cavity as a personal gym.
It’s quite amazing how I can love someone so much that I haven’t even met yet.
