Well, I went to have my glucose test done on Friday and let's just say, was that ever an experience. I was feeling great that morning, ready to rock the world. I slept in a little, got to the doctor and drank "the stuff". It was more or less what I thought it would be based on what others have told me. I got the orange flavor. There wasn't that much to drink either. So I drank it down and started to read my book while I waited on the nurse to call me back to see the doctor. Everything was going amazingly well, I told her and updated her on my ER visit that I had had about three weeks prior. I haven't had any "episodes" or "issues" since then and I was really feeling pretty good.
So we talked and she listened to Lila's heartbeat, which was normal and measured my uterus, which was normal. I even expressed my concern about the size of our sweet baby and how she was measuring about two weeks larger than what my due date and the mass amounts of emails were telling me she should be. Doc assured me that everything was probably fine and that she couldn't "see" me delivering a huge baby. She said that they would keep monitoring and perhaps even do another ultrasound in a month or so to see if they saw and measured the same things as Granny De.
After that she sent me out the door to watch the oh so lovely epidural video so if I chose to have one, I could. I was still feeling pretty good. Looking forward to getting out of there and treating myself to some lunch and a sweet tea at
McAllisters's.
Just then it hit me like a ton of bricks, or rather like being tossed out of the spaceship with no oxygen. I get up and tell the receptionist that I'm not feeling well and that I think I need to lie down. I told her that this had happened before and they told me I was dehydrated. She told the nurse and was going to bring me some water. I couldn't take it. I was seriously about to pass out right there in the waiting room in front of some dude waiting on his wife and an older lady that I could swear was thinking, "I'm glad I'm not there anymore".
So I went back and laid down and the nurses were a nervous wreck. The doctors were making me drink coke because they were convinced that after my blood sugar had sky rocketed from the glucose, it had then plummeted. Well I'm a coke lover, but trying to drink it while laying down and already nauseous is not that great of a thing. The carbonation and acid goes right back up to your throat and makes it even harder to keep your cool. Not to mention, this entire time my blood pressure is bottoming out, then going back to normal, then bottoming out again. In case you were wondering, this doesn't make for the greatest experience. The only good thing about the whole situation was that I was at my doctors' office when it all went down.
After about an hour of this and the nurses trying to call Neil to come pick me up because there was no way in hell that they were letting me leave that office on my own, my blood pressure finally went back to normal and I was able to leave. The kind nurse, Tina, told me that baby Lila was getting a spanking when she came out and if I didn't do it, she would. God bless her. I had the poor woman a nervous wreck! As we left, I told Neil that this may be our only child, unless he could convince me that all of this stuff never really happened (which I'm secretly hoping he can, because I know we both want more kids!).
Once I got out of there, my darling husband took me to lunch to try to get and keep my blood sugar levels at a good point. It was a nice and relaxing day after that. I slept for most of the afternoon. It's amazing how tired you can get by have you blood pressure on a roller coaster ride. Lila has been a good girl to mommy since then and I have tried to be good to her.
We spent the weekend relaxing (and eating mass amounts of wonderful food) by the pool. Sleeping was in there too. I had to go back to work today, which consisted of driving ALL the way across the state to do a training tomorrow for my job. From the hotel room....have a wonderful night!
