Alright long story short: I’m pregnant again and failed my 1 hour glucose test. I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised; I had a cookie the morning of my test. What the hell was I thinking? Oh, yeah, that’s right, I wasn’t. Now I wish I had been—I take that back. The moment I received the letter in the mail informing me that my glucose was “elevated,” I regretted my lack of brain activity.
Am I surprised? Yeah, a little—my first pregnancy was rather normal. So, I naturally expected this one to generally follow the same pattern and be A-okay like some corny movie. This has definitely not been the case. Round number two has been a roller coaster filled with more twists and upside down loops than I care to handle. I’ll leave out the monstrous mood swings and get to the nitty-gritty.
Differences between pregnancy #1 and pregnancy #2:
A) I haven’t been very careful with my diet. (Sugar, sugar, sugar.)
B) Nor have I exercised regularly.
C) I’ve also been stressed out.
D) I had a cold for like two months.
All of these factors can have an effect on the outcome of a glucose reading (so I’ve read). Does this information make me feel better? Well, it did when I first read the letter. Now I’m worried.
Not to mention it’s 1:30am and I’m cranky about the prospect of not eating for an extended period of time. I’m not sure if I’ll even be able to take the test tomorrow. I reread the letter and apparently I was supposed to call and ask for locations and times. I was under the impression that I could use the clinic I’ve always used for my blood drawings. I guess that’s what I get for not reading carefully; then again they could have called. A phone call would have been awesome. I could have gotten my results instead of a vague word like, “elevated.” I could have had a nice conversation about the dos and don’ts of this upcoming test. Instead I’m scouring the internet reading crap.
Pregnancy like writing is a waiting game: wait to see if a query will pay off, wait through the the editing process, wait for releases etc. Pregnancy requires waiting for doctor’s appointments, test results and finally labor. By now I thought I’d have established a backlog of patience. I haven’t. I find myself glancing at the calendar and saying, “to hell with it. I want it over now.”
Perhaps it’s a biochemical reaction, this lack of patience, that drives the fear of delivery away from a rational mind. After all what sane person would say, “yes, I think I want to have a 6-8 lbs baby rip through me, thanks?” But I do, I want it to be over. I’m tired of the sleepless nights, hours spent tossing and turning, all too frequent bathroom trips, the weight on my back, swollen hands and feet, heartburn, not being able to fit into my clothes. The list could go on and on. And of course everyone is an expert on how to induce labor (make lasagna, sweep the carpet, go for a long walk etc). Will it work? Time will tell.
So I’ve come up with my own plan because I think the idea of a 12-12-12 baby is pretty cool. It can only happen the first twelve years of every century. I’ll start by giving myself a manicure/pedicure (yes, I can still reach my toes–super proud of that). Then I’ll do a bunch of “strenuous” things like cleaning, walking, dancing, squatting, maybe cooking and hope one of these will do the trick. I’ll even try meditation, something, some where is bound to pay off. There’s always the possibility that nothing will work, I’ll be tired, disappointed and have to wait anyway.
Yesterday I rushed out of the house in an attempt to make it on time to a hospital tour. I was late, but I made it.
The tour covered triage, labor and delivery and recovery. We also saw the nursery, the pantry and the general area where they perform C-sections. It’s all located on one floor for convenience. The tour guide talked about numerous things but one thing that stood out me was the discussion of baby tethers. Apparently in addition to wrist bands infants are given tethers that will sound an alarm if you pass a certain point. I don’t know if I feel relieved or worried about this.
Other things I learned:
1) You get a free booger sucker. Yay!
2) Anything that isn’t washable like liners you can take with you because the hospital will throw them away regardless if the liners haven’t been used. Don’t know if that’s 100% true.
3)They are remodeling to make rooms larger and update furniture.
4) The typical stay for vaginal delivery is 48hrs and 72hrs for C-section.