Blech. This morning, I had my 1 hour glucose test. Truth be told - the drink wasn't all that bad. But I'm nervous about not passing it. If I don't get a call by Weds, I can assume I passed. How annoying is that? Why don't they just call you either way? But everything else was great - I'm up 2 pounds from last month (puts my total so far at 15 pounds) and the baby was kicking around like a crazy baby, so it took her a while to get the heartbeat. I'm now on the every 2 week schedule for appointments!
I don't know if I told you gals about this - but I have a friend who was very into natural birth. Her first baby, they found out it was breech, and she had to have a c-section. When she got pregnant again, she went to a midwife practice. Her husband was encouraging Aaron and I to do the same. I'm also into natural birth - but Aaron and I decided a hospital close to home was more our style. Anyway - they didn't do an ultrasound to see the baby's position - they just felt her belly. After 40 hours of (unmediated) labor - her husband insisted they transfer to a hospital, where they found out the baby was in full breech position. He was LIVID. Understandably so! Anyway - he's gone from preaching to me about midwives - to insisting I make sure I have an ultrasound at 35 weeks to determine the baby's position. I was planning on asking that today - and no need. We have an ultrasound at 35 weeks to see where the baby is! Cool.
As for other 'life' items. My birthday is on Thursday - and I've pretty much totally forgotten about it! That NEVER HAPPENS. I'm usually all excited on Sept 1st that it's my 'birthday month'. Crazy.
My father is visiting this upcoming weekend. I hate his visits. I dread them. There are loads of reasons. Many are centered around the fact that he really doesn't even know me, so when he is here, it's frustrating to even have a conversation. But he is usually making a comment on how I'm not 'feminine' enough, or my house isn't the way he would want it.... or comments on my weight and/or Aaron's. This coming from am man who easily weighs over 300 pounds and has type 2 diabetes, which he has to control with insulin. AND. He will spend the whole weekend watching TV, and shuffling back and forth to my frig, eating everything in sight.
Crap I'm not looking forward to this. The one bright part is that my stepmother's birthday was last month, and I told her that her present from me would be a massage. So I schedule one for me at the same time. I'm wicked smaht.