Yes. Today is the day I get screened for my glucose. I'm a nervous nelly, I have to admit because I "failed" it with Miss O. For those not in "the know," this is where I drink a sugary flat-like soda, wait an hour without eating/drinking anything else and then go get my blood drawn to see what my glucose levels are. If I "fail" this, I get to go in for a 3-hour glucose test (where I basically do the same scenario, but get to go in FASTING and then drink an even bigger drink and then they draw blood...4 times, if I remember correctly. The Before you drink and then 3 times after). If I "fail" that, I would be diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes and depending on the level, have to watch my diet, exercise even more and maybe even have to do insulin.
It's all for the good of the baby, though. Another test to monitor another possibility.
I didn't have to worry about this at all with Miss A and E, but like I said, I had to do it with Miss O. And last night...when I was able to finally fall asleep, man o man! Talk about weird dreams. I dreamed I was being carjacked (so scary that I woke myself up from it), and in another dream, that I was a fashion designer (hahahahahahaha!) on Project Runway (no less! once again: hahahahahahahaha) and that I had to use the restroom so bad I ended up peeing this Shocking Orange liquid on the floor (the exact color of my "soda" I have to drink in an hour). How nutty is that????? (and no, I did not wet my bed! lolol).
So, yes. I have a little anxiety.
I read somewhere that I need to be an adult and just go in and take the test, since it is for the good and health of me and my baby and it's not "my fault" if I don't pass it. Still. I hate needles so much. Yes. I said it: Hate. At least the lab people where I go are good at what they do and have yet to do much damage, but still. It only takes one person who "can't find your veins!" to freak me out for many needle pokes to come. Plus, seeing my own blood makes me queasy (ask any of my kin...I totally pass out. Which is another reason why I'd never watch myself birthing out a baby. Too much of...well...everything to see. Not even the "miracle" of birth could get me over all that grossness.)
See???? This is how nervous I am. I am just blabbing away...am I showered yet? No. Is the baby still sleeping? Yes. What should I be doing? Um....blogging?
Anywhooooooo, I'll keep you updated. In the meantime, have a great day!