Today marks my 28th week of pregnancy- whoop! I celebrated this special occasion by taking my glucose test for gestational diabetes (yuck), getting a shot in my rear (even yuckier), and getting my blood drawn (the yuckiest). I'm Rh-negative; therefore, I have to get injected in both third trimester and after baby girl's born. Fun times. Anyway, I find out Monday the results of my glucose test, and I plan to eat ice cream every day until then in case the results come back positive. You do what you gotta do!
I realized today that this was just the beginning of the poking and prodding. It's getting real now. I go back in three weeks and from that point on I'll be 9 weeks away from delivery. That's crazy! My appointment went well today; baby girl's heart beat sounds good and strong, and my vital signs are good. I've gained 23 pounds total, and when I asked my Doc (whom I adore) if that was good, he basically told me that I need to cut back on the sweets and fast-food. Um, for real?? He said that he only wants me to gain 3-4 pounds between visits, and I've gained 6 since my last visit. I'm not gonna lie, it hurt my feelings. Yeah, I know he's right because he's the expert and all, but it's not like I'm hitting up Chick-fil-A every day (just around 2x/week). I mean, I have eaten a Krispy Kreme every day in the past 2 weeks, and I'm not one that's going to turn down dessert or anything. AND, I did just get back from Destin where's it's practically required that I eat fried shrimp, crab cakes, hush-puppies, and slaw every day, but other than that I'm not being too awful, right?? Who am I kidding, I totally have gestational diabetes. Let my last weekend of freedom begin!
Since I was feeling guilty from all my "sweets and fast-food" intake, I hit up Subway and picked up a sandwich for lunch. One of the sandwich makers asked what I was having and when I was due. When I told her October 3rd, her response was "you ain't gonna make it." Thank you, Ms. Subway Sandwich Maker. After I marched my large, pregnant a$$ out of there, I remembered a similar comment that was said to me at this same point in my pregnancy with Aaron at, you guessed it, a Subway in Macon. Be prepared friends: not only are those Subway Sandwich Makers preparing your turkey sub (with vinegar and oil I might add), but also imparting gems of wisdom for you to mull over forever. This is what I say to them:
With all of that being said, I'm off to nap. Happy Friday, friends!