So last Saturday we took a tour of the hospital. It's actually a very nice facility. The rooms are small, though. The tour lasted an hour and honestly I don't remember one thing the guide told us. I just remember thinking, 'is it too late to change my mind?' and, 'can't the baby stay in me forever?' The thought of labor scares me to death but I guess I have no choice!
And, today I went in for the glucose tolerance test. They gave me a small bottle (like a mini Pepsi bottle) of liquid. It's not nearly as bad as people say it is. It tasted like flat orange pop. They chilled it so that didn't hurt.
I had 5 minutes to down the drink and had to wait for an hour to get my blood drawn. The wait was borning but I sat out in the lobby and talked to Teresa on the phone for a good 20 minutes. She helped me pass the time.
I think this baby is used to sugar because the drink didn't even wake the little one up. He/She was awake all morning before the test, but slept through the sugar rush. I hear that most babies start bouncing around after the mom takes in the sugary drink.
So, now I'm at home for the afternoon and will probably try to entertain the dog here shortly.
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