Went back to the doctor for the longer Glucose Tolerance Test on Wednesday. It was just about as bad as I imagined it would be. I'm probably making it sound a lot worse than it was, I was sitting there laughing and talking to the husband the entire time (he's being really awesome) but I still felt like crap. It hit faster this time (I'm imagining more sugar will do that to a person) and I felt sleepy and nauseated and just icky. All three feelings came and went as they pleased and finally we could leave. We stopped at Five Guys for lunch (I hadn't eaten anything since before midnight) and I was shaking while trying to eat. Not. Fun.
I decided to poke around my health records Thursday to see if any results had popped up (my doctor's office uses an online system that let's us patients check on how we're doing if we can figure out how to read it) and there they were. I tested in the normal range every time they drew blood except for the last time. It was lower than it should have been by then, which would explain why I ate like an 85-year-old. I did feel better once the food started getting into my system, but it's still freaky when you have the shakes and don't know why. I suppose my body overcompensated for the extra sugar and brought me down a bit too much. That's fine, means I'm healthy!
This week for Chloe:
- She should be about 17 inches tall and almost 3 pounds (closer to birth height, but not quite to birth weight yet, which will likely double and possibly triple)
- She's gaining fat that's being used for energy, which partially explains why she's been rolling around and boxing me more (more of that explanation is that she can tell we're out here and interacting with her)
- Her head is getting bigger to make room for supremely awesome brain
- She needs all the calcium, protein, folic acid, vitamin c, and iron I can get to her (which is probably why the doctor told me a lot of pregnant women become anemic during pregnancy and I got put on iron)
All of my sources have been talking about keeping track of Chloe's kicks and activity, but the doctor told me that if she's moving, that's all I need. More movement is always better than no movement. If she drastically lowers her amount of activity I'd be able to figure that out anyway. We have our little patty-cake moments already and she and the husband have either "settle down now" moments or high-five moments...she either chills out or goes harder when he's around :-).
~~~WARNING: SLIGHTLY GRAPHIC CONTENT BELOW~~~
There are many places inside your body a baby can kick. I've been warned about the ribs, the bladder, and all kinds of other various organs already. The one place no one warned me about is the crotch. Yes. The crotch. Maybe other babies don't kick as hard right there, or no one wants to talk about it, or whatever, but Chloe has been kicking me like you would teach someone to evade a rapist. The feeling such an experience provides is NUTS...it's a mixture of pain, having to pee, and well, a good poke to just the right spot. Leaves you confused not really knowing what to do with yourself. So yeah, warning, CROTCH KICKS. THEY HAPPEN.
~~EDIT~~
Ok, so apparently people do talk about them, just no one has talked to ME about them yet. Also, apparently, they aren't exactly kicks...baby bumping against nerves or the cervix will do it. Oh well. It still feels like she's winding up and kicking with all of her little might. Directly down.
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