the joys of pregnancy
while baby movement is a glorious and miraculous time, it is very distracting when your baby is kicking with full strength while you are trying to poo.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Monday, April 14, 2008
just another day at the lab
lucky me...i got to spend 3 glorious hours at the Stanford labs because i failed my 1 hour glucose test and had to take the 3 hour one. for those not familiar with pregnancy and the numerous blood draws, the purpose of both tests is to measure your tolerance for glucose within a certain amount of time. in my case, the 1 hour test (where i drink this nasty drink that basically tastes like flat orange soda and they draw my blood exactly one hour later) was not what my doc had expected, so i was advised to take the 3 hour. the 3 hour involves one draw for baseline, then drinking an even nastier drink (don't get lemon lime, the orange is much better), waiting one hour, then another draw, then waiting another hour, then another draw, then waiting another hour, then the last draw. if you were following correctly, you will notice that i was poked a grand total of FOUR FLIPPIN' TIMES and my arms resemble that of a heroin user. well...all for the health of the baby right?
the lab is an interesting hangout from 7-10am. people are very nervous and can't even follow normal directions like, "please take a seat in the room to your left." a woman ended up in the room on the right where all the testing supplies are and where they keep the samples...and i could hear her yell to the receptionist, "there are no seats in here!" there was also a baby that had to get their blood drawn...poor thing! but he was such a trooper! he just cried for the prick and that's it. but the funniest and cutest thing i saw...was this eldery couple. it was clear that the husband was forgetful and depended on his wife for everything. their daughter and son in law came with them to take care of all their paperwork because the eldery couple was clearly not in a state to do so. the husband is looking for his glasses, which they had determined were left at home. but this conversation must have happened at least 4 times:
old man: did i come in with my glasses?
wife/daughter/son in law: no you didn't
old man: well, where the hell are they then?
wife/daughter/son in law: they are at home somewhere.
old man: okay.
at least it wasn't as boring as i thought it was going to be. now, i sit and wait for the result.
lucky me...i got to spend 3 glorious hours at the Stanford labs because i failed my 1 hour glucose test and had to take the 3 hour one. for those not familiar with pregnancy and the numerous blood draws, the purpose of both tests is to measure your tolerance for glucose within a certain amount of time. in my case, the 1 hour test (where i drink this nasty drink that basically tastes like flat orange soda and they draw my blood exactly one hour later) was not what my doc had expected, so i was advised to take the 3 hour. the 3 hour involves one draw for baseline, then drinking an even nastier drink (don't get lemon lime, the orange is much better), waiting one hour, then another draw, then waiting another hour, then another draw, then waiting another hour, then the last draw. if you were following correctly, you will notice that i was poked a grand total of FOUR FLIPPIN' TIMES and my arms resemble that of a heroin user. well...all for the health of the baby right?
the lab is an interesting hangout from 7-10am. people are very nervous and can't even follow normal directions like, "please take a seat in the room to your left." a woman ended up in the room on the right where all the testing supplies are and where they keep the samples...and i could hear her yell to the receptionist, "there are no seats in here!" there was also a baby that had to get their blood drawn...poor thing! but he was such a trooper! he just cried for the prick and that's it. but the funniest and cutest thing i saw...was this eldery couple. it was clear that the husband was forgetful and depended on his wife for everything. their daughter and son in law came with them to take care of all their paperwork because the eldery couple was clearly not in a state to do so. the husband is looking for his glasses, which they had determined were left at home. but this conversation must have happened at least 4 times:
old man: did i come in with my glasses?
wife/daughter/son in law: no you didn't
old man: well, where the hell are they then?
wife/daughter/son in law: they are at home somewhere.
old man: okay.
at least it wasn't as boring as i thought it was going to be. now, i sit and wait for the result.
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