“So, it wasn’t so bad, huh?” The pretty petite overly-spunky nurse asked as I ripped the last of the paper tape and gauze from my arms.

Actually, I think it was more of a rhetorical question.

Sometimes, it’s just like people BEG to be smacked.

Instead, I settled with, “I wouldn’t want to do it again…”

The one-hour glucose test was no big deal… gross, but not a big deal.  The three-hour glucose test… well, it’s still gross but it left me feeling horrible and weak and dizzy…for the entire day.  And, today (the next day).  I’m still trying to get my body re-adjusted to “normal.”

However, with all of the needle-pricking, we did find that my platelets are a little low.  They’re teetering on the verge of “over the line” for any sort of spinals/epidurals.  (The hospitals refuse to do epidurals or spinals in c-sections when they go below 100).

In a perfect world, I wouldn’t be worried.

In a perfect world, I wouldn’t need an epidural because my labor was quick and didn’t stall.  In a perfect world, I wouldn’t possibly need a c-section.  In a perfect world…

But, it’s a little disarming to have that “choice” taken away.  You know, the “just in case.”

(Last pregnancy ended in the doctor TELLING me I would have to have an epidural or c-section even though I had planned wholeheartedly for a completely natural birth.)

Low platelets has to do with clotting…which could POTENTIALLY be an issue in “natural” births too… but I’m not sure how low the platelets need to be before they worry about normal clotting.

It does mean that *IF* I had to have a c-section, I would have to be completely put to sleep.

The nurse, we’ll just call her “Ms. Information”  (Get it?  Misinformation…  okay, nevermind)… Anyhow, according to HER, there is NOTHING that helps raise platelets.  Turns out, she’s wrong.  (Record streak she’s got with being wrong.)  There ARE drugs (although I’m not there yet)…and there are some things my doula has said I could try…like raising my iron intake, which should help in an all-around way.

Next week, I go back for another blood test to check platelets –they’re wanting to watch them closely.  And, by then, I should know what the glucose test yielded.

Welcome back!

**Sidenote:  The crazy hair?  Yes, that’s because AFTER I got undressed, I realized that OH CRAP I need to take a photo!  So, I redressed and kind of forgot to check my hair.  Oh well.

Today, you kids are getting a special treat, a photo with my belly AND face.  Don’t you just feel special?  You should.

The 31 week mark has come and gone (or would have in less than 2 hours), and I’m feeling exhausted and like i’m going to pass out.  It just started a few days ago (and if you weren’t aware of this, maybe you shouldn’t tell me because then I would SO KNOW you’ve not been reading my blog.  Gaw.  Don’t you know every spare moment of your time should um…REVOLVE AROUND ME?  Consider this your warning, mmmkay?)

So, today I went to my obligatory every-2-week OB visit just to wait for an hour, do the ritualistic pee-in-the-cup thing, and…a 4D ultrasound!  With Lorelei, at 34 weeks she was still breech – but Aurora?  Yeh, she’s already head down.  And, turns out I’m not completely dying, I’m just a pregnant anemic with an infection.  So, yay for that.  Actually, I’m kind of excited by the news – which makes me sound sick in the head – but, at least I know that in exactly 7 days, I should feel much better (because my antibiotic lasts 7 days).  I’m now on a red-meat and dark-greens diet, doctors orders.  So, feel free to send me steaks and shrimp.  Yes, I know shrimp isn’t red meat…it just sounds good with steak.  That, and I generally don’t eat much beef because I prefer chicken or seafood or NO MEAT…so this is harder than it sounds for me.  I just want you all to know that me eating steaks is SUFFERING.  Feel bad for me, okay?  *snicker*

It looks as if Aurora is also a pouty-faced bald baby, and she’s still a girl.

What else?  What else?

Oh, 113 lbs in my new weigh in.  That, and I have the best OB ever.  She actually called my cell and left me a personal msg apologizing for not being there the second 2-week appt in a row because she had a hospital emergency to tend to.  She told me to call her if I needed her at all or if anything came up.

And just so you all know…that horrid crunchy grindy tail-bone feeling I sometimes have when I roll over or try to walk?  It’s the plates in my lower back grinding together.  Apparently I can drink a LOT more water (8 8oz glasses no longer cut it for some of us) and it’ll help.  That, and it was suggested that I buy one of those girdle thingies to hold up my stomach.  Which I won’t do.  Because, taking a nap with a pillow between my legs also tends to help the lower back pain and that sounds like WAY more fun.  So, I choose that one.

Okay, I’m not really dying.  Well, maybe I’m not – one can never really be too sure.  (Kidding, don’t call 911 on me.)

In the past week, the urge to “nest” has hit hard and strong.  I’m talking like in a CRAZY way.  Imagine all of the “weekend projects” normal couples would try to fit into a year, and that’s what I’m trying to do in oh, 7 weeks.  Because OMG, you OBVIOUSLY can’t wait til the last few weeks because DUDE what if something happens?  So this Queen ListMaker has lists coming out of the wazzoo.  And no, I will not just sit down and breathe thankyouverymuch.  Oh wait, you’ll give me an enchilada and fresh chocolate chip cookie if I do?…Well okay.  But you won’t steer me off task, oh no you won’t.

All of this would be good – it’d mean such things like my house was actually getting REALLY cleaned – except that my energy levels have kind of gone…  FRRRPPP.  THUD.  ERRRKK.  SCREECH!  BANG!  (That was the sound of them hitting a bus, declining rapidly, hitting something else huge and massive, and then I have no idea.  But the energy is gone.  Actually, I feel like *I’ve* been hit by a bus.  Except all of my bones are intact, and except I’m not in horrid pain, and I can see out of my eyeballs, and …okay, bad analogy.

Maybe I should just say I feel exhausted and like I’m going to pass out?  Is that better?  And, by pass out – I don’t mean in the whole DUDE, THAT WEED WAS WICKED.  I COULD TOTALLY PASS THE F’ OUT NOW.  TOTALLY.  Not that I’d know anything about that.  Eh herm.  Nor do I talk like that.  Most days.  But, I mean the unconscious, lying on the floor sort of passing out.  THAT’s how I feel…like I’m gonna do that.  It makes projects and such really a lot less fun.

Yes I’m taking my vitamins.

Yes, I think I felt this way last pregnancy, only it was closer to my due date.  Like, at 34 weeks or so and onwards.

Yes, I’m eating well, and healthy …and snacks.

Yes, I’m drinking lots.

Yes, I’m resting and getting sleep.

So, there’s that.  But, really I still feel good.  I mean, besides the fact that I feel like I’m going to pass out and drop from an exhaustion that can’t be cured by sleep or rest.  I’m not actively hurting except for when the baby-child kicks me in the bladder or other random organs.  Things are good…and I’m feeling pretty happy.  And, oh so thankful.  God has blessed me in huge ways lately.

Like, my new Dyson vacuum?  Omg.  I don’t even know really how this one happened, but by the grace of God, I acquired this and well, it’s one of the coolest *expensive* sort of gifts I’ve received in a long time.  It rocks.  Finally, I don’t have to brush my couch for all of the cat hair (I have two REALLY fuzzy medium haired kitties that shed like crazy).  I was beginning to get confused and just started thinking that maybe the couch kind of came like that…like a shag- couch or something.  But, alas…the Dyson showed me that my couch is indeed not gray but tan!  Who knew?  (Side note:  Lorelei was not impressed with it’s suctioning abilities, however.  Perhaps because I was trying to get her to let me use her hand.)

Oh, and then, my cousin – who I’m renaming SANTA – told me I could have her breast pump that she used with her two kids … for free.  She takes really good care of her stuff and is not wanting any more kids, so she’s giving it to me!!

And, then mom?  Just called and told me to mark the gowns off my list too.

Then, Steven called and said our other SUV is fixed again (yes, again) and it was cheaper than we had expected (PRAISE GOD!) – although they were supposed to just be looking and not really fixing until we gave them the go ahead.  So, yet another PRAISE GOD that it wasn’t something really super expensive, otherwise I hope they take sexual favors or something.  From Steven.

Plus I’m all sorts of thankful for all sorts of other stuff…and I’m just all ….thankful.

I totally got off track there, but yeh. So, I have these TO DO lists…

Hell, I’m just going to make another post.