Last week I had a prenatal appointment to check a whole host of pregnancy issues: I had my gestational diabetes test, an ultrasound to check to see if this baby was going to be breech just like Henry was, a cervix check to see if I was headed down the preterm labor path AGAIN, and the basic weight/blood pressure/etc that they always do.
First off, let's just have a little conversation here. I do NOT understand why women complain so loudly about their gestational diabetes test. Here's what happens: you have to eat a reasonable, protein only breakfast, then not eat for an hour before you drink a special drink they give you. You chug a drink that tastes like extra sweet Powerade. Then a half hour later, they do a quick blood draw. That's it. That's all. But you'd think women were dying when they talk about taking this stupid test!
Maybe I lack sympathy because I had situations go down with Henry that were life threatening to him. Those are the things that are really worth complaining about. Those are the hard things. Chugging a drink and getting pricked with a needle? Not even on my radar as a struggle, problem or concern. It is, however, blaring loud and clear on my "first world problems radar."
I digress... Gratefulness! So I don't have GD, which wasn't a shocker since Otto is sizing exactly at gestational age. But get this: Henry had to come with me since hubs was out of town and it wasn't a preschool day. This little 17 month old sat quietly and watched me get my blood work done! Then he played while we waited for my ultrasound. Then he sat at my feet while I had my ultrasound and clapped his hands at his brother!! Then he ate a snack while my OB checked me out. And then, he fell asleep in the car on the way home and still took a two hour nap. WHAT TODDLER ACTS LIKE THAT? That, friends, is repayment for a hard, difficult, nasty pregnancy with him. I'm sure of it. The appointment took almost two hours, and he was literally perfect the entire time. A toddler. Acting perfect. In public. I cannot even.
Selfie from the morning of the appointment:
If that wasn't awesome enough, and it totally was, Otto is HEAD DOWN! This is entirely unremarkable to most reading this, even to those who've had children/are pregnant. But he was breech up until now. My OB wasn't sure if some medical conditions I have were causing my babies to be breech and told me at the last appointment to mentally prepare for another c section.. I know that anything can still happen, including a c section, but y'all - I've never had a head down baby! My VBAC isn't off the table! Things might go maybe kinda sorta the way I want them to, and if I can get only 5% of what I hope for in Otto's birth I will be a happy, ecstatic woman.
The good news continued: Despite the contractions I've been having, there is not immediate concern for preterm labor - my cervix is still closed! Again, I'm sure you're like, "Great Paige... Most are at 29 weeks!" or you're all "TMI, dude" over there. But see, I had time-able contractions with Henry right as I entered my third trimester, and for a while there it was looking like he was going to come SUPER early. He stayed put for until 36 weeks, thankfully. But we don't need to worry about a super-premie with Otto! I might even make it to full term. Y'all, if I can have a full term baby, I will do cartwheels into the delivery room. I'll have hubs periscope it if you don't believe me. Promises, promises.
Now do you see why I can't stand people who complain about a friggin gestational diabetes test? That's just the shallow end of the Olympic-sized pool of pregnancy issues I had with Henry, and feared with this pregnancy. So please, next time you want to complain about drinking a lemon-lime sugar water drink, remember that there are women out there with real problems, who would take that drink with all the needle pricks and 100 more if they could just have a pregnancy go well. I'm one of them.
And so far, things are looking GREAT, and currently, I'm feeling so, so grateful for that.