Oh man… since my last post the emotions that have been
flying around here have been crazy.
The wall was not as easily done as expected. I had a plan and I expected everything to go
as planned. Well it didn’t. There were many tears and lots of sweat not only by
me but by my loving mother and sister! I couldn’t have done it without them. I
probably would have taken a sledge hammer to the wall if it weren’t for them. Well,
it’s done, and here are the pictures!
All the pink paint.
Wall with some paint.
Wall with all the pink paint.
Wall with the fabric... colors match pretty well!
Wall with the stickers.
The completed wall!
When peeling off the stickers, we were afraid of many things... first, we would be able to pick up the stickers with our fingers. Second, as we pulled the stickers off, it wouldn't peel up in a straight line and would peel up the grey paint (the 6 coats of grey paint might I add). And third, that it would peel up the pink paint underneath. Well, all were good concerns and was a problem to some degree, but a good portion of the pink paint did peel up with the stickers. We think it had to do with the finish of the paint and something to do with the wall itself. Not only did the pink paint peel up, but it peeled up all the way to the dry wall. Again, with the help of my loving mother and sister, we touched up each circle and added in some white. I must say, I am quite happy with the result. This was NOT easy, and I probably wouldn't do it again... well at least this way. I'm trying to think of an easier way.
Man am I glad this wall is done! It marked a turning part
for the emotions as well which is welcomed with open arms. Not only was the
wall completed last night, but yesterday I FINALLY completed my 3 hour glucose
test. About 2 weeks ago I took the standard 1 hour glucose tolerance test to
make sure my body was absorbing sugar as it should be. My test results came
back a little high. To be safe my midwife wanted me to take the 3 hour test as
soon as possible. So the next day I went in. Having fasted, I went in, they
drew my blood and gave me the famous sugary drink. Being double the concentrate
as the first drink, it was a little harder to swallow. Added to the fact I was
drinking this on an empty stomach (per the doctors instructions) made the
processes even harder. Drink down, now the waiting. In this test your blood is
drawn every hour for three hours. So go out in the waiting room and start
answering some work emails. Well, I don’t get too far into the hour when I
suddenly get hot, start to sweat profusely, a horrible cramping in my stomach
then BAM! It all comes back up with a vengeance. I have NEVER in my life thrown
up in such a way. It happened so fast, I had no time to run to the restroom or
even grab the garbage can right around the corner. It was probably the most embarrassing
moment of my life. With liquid all over myself I sulked back into the lab. The
ladies were SOOO sweet and helped me get cleaned up. Unfortunately since I
couldn’t keep the drink down the test couldn’t be completed that day. I had to
TRY AGAIN! Going home in tears I spend the rest of the day in bed. I never
thought throwing up could be such a traumatic event. Not willing to try again that week, I told my
midwife I would go back in the following week.
Well next week rolled around and it was time to go in once
more. Trent, being the sweet man he is, came with me. When I walked into the
lab, one of the same ladies was there and greeted me with a big, welcoming
smile. This time we tried the drink at room temperature and made sure I had ice
chips to snack on. Apparently that helps many people with nausea. Sitting down
I turn Modern Family on the phone and sit and relax. Thinking nothing of
getting through this test I watch… watch the clock to see how longs it’s been. Finally,
its time for the one hour draw!! The nurse comes out in her nice white lab coat
telling me its time. I sit up and the heat comes flooding back. The sweat
starts to form on the brow and I know I can’t stand. I just look at her and she
asks if I need another minute. I nod yes and she turns around. Within seconds
the drink has found its way back to the surface. Thankfully I had parked the garbage
can in front of me this time. The nurse comes back out with tissues and gives
me a sweet look. She had me go down to the midwifes office to talk to them
about how they would like me to proceed. Sitting outside the office for a few
minutes, the nurses talk amongst themselves. They call me up and tell me the
midwife on call will give me a call this afternoon to discuss my options.
Feeling much more in control of my emotions this time, I head to work. I wait,
and wait and wait for a call but by 3:30, nothing. I decide to call them. They
transfer me to Jill, a very cute midwife and she answers the phone with such empathy.
Apparently she had been thinking about my options all day but hadn’t come up
with a solution she liked. She was trying to get a second with the doctors next
door to get their opinion but hadn’t had a chance yet. She said she would call
me back that night or the next morning. Well on my way home she called. She didn’t
want me to try the drink again and said if I could find some candy with 100
grams of sugar in it I could have 10 minutes to eat that rather than the drink.
She gave some suggestions of candy to look for at the store and wished me the
best of luck. That night we headed to the store to seek out this candy. While
looking at the nutritional facts on candy you usually think, wow, this has a
lot of sugar. Well not this time. To get my 100 grams of sugar I would need to
eat about 100 Mike ‘n Ikes, or 50 Starbursts. I don’t think that is even
possible to do in ten minutes. Luckily we were able to find these gummy Orange
Slices that had 25 grams of sugar for every 3 pieces. That meant 12 pieces in
10 minutes… it was the best option out there. Feeling very optimistic, we head
back into the doctor the next day. This time around we are greeting my several familiar
nurses. I feel so silly that everyone recognizes me and why they recognize me. After
a while of getting new paperwork, and confirming the candy will work, we start
the test again. Orange slice one down, I think I can do this… take a bite of
the second one… my attitude starts to change. I already start to feel sick
again. I push that back into the further spot of my brain and keep chewing. I
never thought I would dislike candy so much in my life! With no seconds to spare,
I swallow the last bit in exactly 10 minutes. I would have cried if I couldn’t
eat them fast enough. The test would have been over before it started. Well, a
few blood draws later I’m finished! I got a little wheezy in the third hour but
I was not about to lose it after all this! But finally, SUCCESS! Now the
waiting game for the results. I still haven’t heard from the office yet and I’m
hoping it’s because my levels are fine and they will wait until my next appointment
to bring me in. I am dreading the results sooner because we leave for MEXICO
tomorrow!!! Yes, tomorrow! What if they call me today and tell me I have
Gestational Diabetes?! That means no exotic desserts, no fruity umbrella drinks
on the beach, no sweet pancakes for breakfast! A vacation is supposed to be
about the food and drinks. What if I can’t have that! Its already supposed to
be rainy while we are there, do I really have to forfeit my food as well?! We will
see… Baby is the number one priority so if her health means no umbrella drinks,
then no umbrella drinks it is. Trent even offered to not have any either. What
a sweet husband I have.
So the ups of yesterday!
Baby wall (this is just one wall) complete!
Glucose test complete!
Car seat and stroller arrive TODAY!!!
Leaving for Mexico TOMORROW!!!!
And the weekends of baby showers are about to begin!
Also, here is a picture at 27 weeks. Hope you enjoy.
Until Next Time…
