I’ve made you wait over a week for a new post…you knew it would be a home run when it finally came, didn’t you? Yes, folks, you get to come with me to the doctor’s office today.
I did NOT actually live tweet my hours at the hospital because I think it’s bad etiquette to force this kind of intimacy with folks who may think it’s TMI. But since you’re here at my blog, I assume you are always happy to hear whatever I’m thinking, even if it’s gynecological in nature. So, without further ado:
“Cramming” for my glucose test = forgoing nightly ice cream the day before and eating butter only on breakfast muffin. Hope I pass!
Just dropped Abby off at Grandma’s. Feels like Mom’s Day Out, even if I have to spend the whole time at the hospital.
Hoping to accomplish Hospital Trifecta this morning: blood work, financial office, checkup. If I can be done in three hours, will consider it a gold medal for efficiency.
Drinking glucose solution. Pretty sure if I didn’t have diabetes 10 minutes ago, I do now!
Mandate 3 hr fast followed by .25 mile trek across 110-deg. parking lot. Then drain blood out of my veins. Are you sure my dr knows about this? Seems Medieval.
Some confusion in the $$ office about my account. But nothing cuts through bureaucratic red tape like announcing that I’m here to write a check for $5K.
The lady ahead of me is holding a Dr Pepper as she checks in for her appointment. So brazen! I thought we all pretended to have only healthy habits here. Feel like a chump with my stupid unsatisfying ice water.
Would like to collect thoughts while I sit in waiting room. Somehow purse contains a nail file but not a pen. When did I become That Girl?
Yes, I said purse. I told you this was Mom’s Day Out! (Actually just needed something to carry the smart-looking book I carry to impress the dr.)
Surprise! Get another ultrasound today. Stephen is going to be mad he missed it…
Ultrasound room is warm, dim, and full of quiet machine-humming sounds. Wonder what they’d charge me to stay here for an extra hour so I can nap before I go home?
Attentive Nurse tucks me in with pillows and towels. Consider requesting a moist heated one to go over my eyes, and maybe some cucumber slices?
Hello Tres! Sonogram faces are the sort only a mother could love. Happy to see swooshing heartbeat, kicking feet, & curved dot-to-dot spine.
Wish I’d just made a t-shirt: WE STILL DON’T WANT TO KNOW.
Dr. H keeps flexing his arm as if it’s sore. Don’t want to think about what he might have been doing earlier this morning. (Wish I could erase from memory all those Baby Stories I watched in college)
He laughs nervously when I mention early induction, thinks/hopes I’m joking. No luck, Doc…I’m That Lady this time. Have you read the story of the persistent widow? I have.
Only 7 appts left until due date. When you put it that way, makes me feel like we’ve almost made it!