Milieu of Me

So here I sit. I’m in the doctor’s office waiting through the first of three hours of a fantastic diabetes test. It’s not fun, but that’s okay. At least my three hours have started and soon it will be over.

At least we switched doctor’s offices and this one has comfy couches for me to hang out on. ☺

Anyway the events of my last week have been crazy. Last Friday we went to the doctor to see Feeb, and have my first diabetes test. We waited almost an hour, at 1:30. Mind you I couldn’t have eaten before my diabetes test, my bladder was full for the ultrasound and I was STARVING, I had to pee, and was very upset. Finally we got in and saw the ultrasound tech. I wasn’t mean of course, but then the tech told us the reason everything was so far behind was because a lady had came in this morning and her baby had no heartbeat. Talk about feeling terrible…that’ll learn me.

Feebus looked fabulous as usual.

As soon as they put the ultrasound thingy on my belly we saw his little feet, and they are the cutest little feet I have EVER seen. I was pretty much almost in tears the entire time, as was my husband. He’s SO big they can’t even fit him on the screen all the same time anymore, and we also got to see all his parts. The doctors say he has all his parts, and he’s all symmetrical, and he weights three pounds. THREE POUNDS. I can’t believe it. He’s also being a stinker, and is breech. That means his little head is up between my ribs, instead of being head down which most babies are by now. 70% to be exact. The boy was happy that he’s stepping away from baby peer pressure and doing his own thing. I was hoping to have a normal delivery, so I’m a little less enthused, but she says he’s got 8 weeks to make a move before we start talking c-section. So now the boy talks up to Feebus from the bottom of my belly and tells him to move down to his voice. ☺

Then I took my diabetes test, because evidently they test every pregnant person for gestational diabetes. Everyone has told me it was just routine…. well I failed my first one. Basically this involves coming to the doctor’s office, drinking orange stuff, and then waiting an hour. Then they test your blood sugar. My blood sugar sucked so now I’m here again. They poked my finger when I got here, tested my blood sugar, I drank more of that crap and now I have to wait an hour then they’ll test me, and I have to repeat three times, so I’ll be here FOREVER. Hopefully this one comes out okay.

In other news I’m huge and my belly is starting to FINALLY round out. It’s not completely as round as I’d like but we’re getting there. I was walking around the apartment last night in my super sexy tank top and shorts and my little belly has become quite big. I’m, going to have to take pictures and post them. (Probably won’t be for a while.) And it’s becoming quite funny how I look…it’s so weird sometimes. The not so funny part is that the reason I’m so big is because Feebus is. It’s almost impossible to bend over, or try to sit on the floor and get up off the floor. I have the worst time getting up and down. My hips are sore constantly and I’m so much more tired than I had been. I don’t have as much stamina as I used to either…and my ankles swell to large round balls pretty quickly too.

And Feebus likes my ribs, and on my right side he’s constantly trying to move higher so that has been a fun fight. It makes me yelp sometimes and my boss at work was laughing and said I should just poke him back. I don’t do that but I try to explain to Feebus that we have to share and try to coax him out. It’s really funny now because a lot of times he’ll be moving around move and then when I start talking he’ll stop almost like he’s listening to me. Another interesting thing is Feebus jumping. The alarms have been going off at work and every time Feebus jumps because now he can hear the loud noises. And the other day the boy tried to flick a paper out of my hands right in front of Feebus and my belly jumped. It’s so weird. Like a real little person lives there. Another fun experiment Feebus is running is how far can I poke my head out at my mommy/daddy. This one is starting to hurt. Last night I was sitting and he started moving and it hurt and I yelped and the boy thought I was having contractions, and so did I because it really hurt and then this little head pokes up. It’s SO WEIRD. My belly is like an alien these days…he’ll poke a little body part out and my whole belly gets misshapen. It’s really funny.

In other news, the boy ended up having to pack most of the apartment, as I am just exhausted with all the commotion. I did pack a lot of the kitchen, the bathroom, and a lot of the bedroom, and I did a lot, but it just feels like I left him with most of it. It’s been kind of a struggle, as the boy keeps telling me not to do things, I do things and get tired and then he gets mad at me. He finally sent me to bed last night about 10 and was more than happy to see me leave this morning. I think I may have been more of a worry than help., which is understandable but it’s hard. It’s really hard for me to sit and not do anything especially if I see it’s stressing him out and it really was. But when I left this morning he only had a few things left to do including taking the bed a part so I think the end may be in sight.

And that’s pretty much it. Work still sucks, but since I’m 30 weeks pregnant now that’s only 10 weeks left!!! And if I have a c-section or go early it could be many less than that. Unreal.