Have you ever heard of making a pregnant gal fast? Not as in running the mile in under 6 minutes, or in terms of “fast and loose”, but fast as in NO EATING??? What new tortures will doctors think of next …. Note to all future preggers gals — Do Not – DO NOT – fail your first gestational diabetes test.
What happens next is that you will have to perform the 3 hour test – which consists of first eating more food than you already do for 3 days (hey that’s not bad) but then stopping the gluttony at 10 pm the 3rd night and going in for a blood test the next morning, drinking some flat sugar syrup like substance and taking THREE MORE blood tests every hour on the hour. Which means at minimum you will not be eating for 14 HOURS …
Or if you’re like me, you’ll wake up at 1:30 in the morning, the night before your blood tests – starving – and can’t go back to sleep until 6 am with 3 12 oz glasses of water in you and then don’t wake up until 9:30 am and not starting the tests until almost 11 am, adding an additional 3 hours of NON-EATING time to your fast.
Yes, many of my waking thoughts do consist of what did I eat last, what will I eat next, and is that the kid kicking me or am I in actual pain???
Seriously, it wasn’t so bad. I love everyone at my medical center – I see more of them than I do anyone else except for Bob and Belle, so it made it bearable. And we were able to pop over to our church, FCC, to visit with Pastor Kevin and Kim in the sunshine for a few minutes. That felt great to chat with them.
Lunch at Elephant Bar with Bob and my mama fulfilled my rumbly tummy and a little target shopping finished off the day. Boy was I pooped!!
Saturday – I have no recollection of. Except to say sorry to the hubby for some uncommunication … oh and a big thanks to Rex for his cable-fixin…
Sunday – What was the Sunday morning donut stop turned into a carpet/rug shop and coffee klatch at the ever busy Casa Armijo, Sr. Godson Alex, with his WWE (why is wrestling with an “e” not an “f”, didn’t it used to be WWF?) wrestling ring complete with coffee table size cage, Papa Armijo with his 100% all american leather hat and penchant for some of that ‘real’ coffee that Bobby drinks, and Mama “Mijo patient as ever with everyone – including me, dripping donut crumbs all over her couches – it’s the busiest house ever. Very homey and family. Love it.
Bobby and I slip away to the DWR super furniture blowout and get a fabulously huge 9×12 charcoal grey rug for a steal. Missed the last charcoal grey designer couch though. I sat on it as the people were purchasing it ….. Ah well, it was fun…
The home furnishing doesn’t stop…. After I took a lengthy nap, woke up and sent Na and Bob out into yet another Target expedition for the on sale, gotta buy it before they sell out, bathroom armoire and perfect nursery–sized set of drawers for Baby Armijo.
tbc . . .
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