Well I guess I'll start with the good. Our crib came in! A big thank you to my inlaws for getting us a beautiful crib. It was the last piece of furniture that we needed for the nursery. So as you can guess, we worked on the nursery tonight. Very unexpected but so happy that we did. Everything is in. We have a toy chest/bench, dresser/changing table, crib, and bookcase. Oh, and the rug. We changed the setup from the original idea and love it. Now I just have to redo a little bit with the Tinkerbell/Star wall and that will all be set too. Which I realize I didn't even put in here. Well as soon as I have that figured out, I'll post more pictures. The bad about the crib: it came in with a chip in it, so we are waiting on a replacement part. The good news is that it'll be an easy fix when it does come in and we can just pop off the chipped piece and put the new one on in about 10 minutes.
So now for the bad. Last Friday I had my first gluclose test. Since I'm at high risk due to family history of diabetes, I got to take it a month early. Got up early, went into the lab, got my aweful drink and chugged. Because of my allergies I did not get the normal orange flavored drink so I got to "enjoy" the special lemon-lime flavor. Gross. The nurse comes out, gives me this bottle of clear liquid (10 oz) and tells me that I have 5 minutes to drink the entire thing and then I have to be back in exactly 1 hour to have my blood drawn. So I chugged the sugary gross stuff down and head out. I get through the test, all the while not haven eaten anything, and then go home and eat a lot. Then it was off to work I went. I got a phone call from the lab later in the day with the results. To make my day even worse, I find out that the results weren't good and my sugars were high. They wanted me to schedule a follow-up appointment for the following week. My heart just sank when they told me all this. Everything in my pregnancy has been exactly how I expected it, not good. And now it's just getting harder and harder and more is going wrong. It's very difficult to handle all of this, especially because my hormones are already on overdrive and I'm super emotional all the time. I called Gary crying and he did his best to reasure me, but honestly it just didn't help.
Now I'm waiting to go to have my next lab work done on Friday. I get to fast for 12 hours, go have my blood drawn, drink more of the nasty lemon-lime liquid, wait an hour, get my blood drawn, wait another hour, get my blood drawn, wait another hour, get my blood drawn. Then it will finally be over and after about 15.5 hours, I get to eat something. The worst thing about this is that I still have morning sickness. If I don't eat first thing in the morning, I get sick. After this lovely morning, I get to go to work for 8 hours. On a Friday night. :( Let's just say, I can't wait for this weekend to get here so I can be past this. The thing I worry the most about is that if I do have gestational diabetes, I might have to take injections. I just don't know if I can do it. And just checking my sugar levels at home. I grew up with my mom doing this multiple times a day, and still, after 26 years, cannot watch her actually do it. It's just a waiting game now, and wishing for the best.
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