Just got back from the midwife and everything was fine. Well, you know fine, except for me having to take the glucose tolerance test. It wasn't any big deal, but probably not a breakfast of champions. For the test, you drink about 5-6 oz of a high sugar drink and then they draw your blood. I opted for the orange flavor. To be honest, I don't think it was that different from the McDonald's orange drink that I used to get at the Y in elementary school. They never seemed to mix enough water with it, so it was always supersweet. If history serves as a guide, I'm sure I have a very good tolerance for the stuff. I do have a slight headache from it and need to eat some protein before I crash. Baby's heartrate was great, and, hyped up from the sugar blast, Sprout kept kicking the midwife as she checked my measurements and his heartbeat. He's probably blacking out now from all of the sugar. The midwife said that the "stretching" I feel occasionally may be Sprout standing up or turning around (as I had assumed) or that they may actually be Braxton Hicks contractions. Who knew? I don't know what a contraction feels like. And, things must be getting serious now. We start appointments every two weeks from here and have to turn in a birth plan to the midwives soon.
(Sailor the Cat is an orange blur at the bottom of the photo here. I haven't had any dreams about him or dressed him up for the holidays so this may be his only shot at getting pictured at aboutsprout.)
2 comments:
Not to sound weird, but...
Aaron, if you're going to be in the delivery room, make sure Jamie cuts those nails off. Otherwise you'll scar from holding her hand(s).
Not that I would know, but I fear the indirect pain of the birthing...
Yeah, you sound weird! (Not that I am one to talk....) That's really the detail you picked out of the photo? Plus, are you saying I would ever cause Aaron pain??
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