On Tuesday I got up early to do the gestational diabetes test. I had to drink this super sweet fruit punch flavored drink. You’re not allowed to eat or drink anything else for the two hour period. I managed to gulp it down at 7:45 and then I had to wait two hours to do the test. I fell back asleep (the instructions were to take the drink between 7:10 and 8 am) and woke up at about 9:15 because my blood had to be drawn at 9:45 (the doctor is about 10 minutes away). While brushing my teeth to get ready to go the doctor’s, I threw up the drink. We went to the doctor’s anyway, hoping they would still let me do the test although I knew that they wouldn’t. Of course, they told me that I couldn’t do the test. Luckily, I was able to do the rest of the blood work they were going to do that day.
They gave me instructions on pancakes from McDonald’s to eat for the test since my morning sickness seems to be what prevented me from keeping the drink down. I had to do that today, and it was really awesome. I got pancakes and orange juice like instructed, which is one of my favorite breakfast foods. While getting in the car, I started gagging and was scared I was going to throw up and have to do the test again. Luckily, I was able to get the food to stay down.
At the doctor’s office, they just drew some blood and sent me on my way. They asked me if I wanted to find out the gender of the baby again. I’m really on the fence about finding out. Frank stands firm on the fact that he doesn’t want to know, and that is perfectly fine. I really want a boy, so I think that’s why I want to find out but at the same time I would like to wait with Frank to find out. Because of the way we want to birth and who we want in there (our best friend) even after the birth, we won’t find out the gender until our friend leaves the birthing area. Frank doesn’t want anyone to know the gender for as long as we can put it off. It’s an interesting way to parent in my opinion, but I don’t see much negative to it. Gender doesn’t define anyone.
Today is also Frank and I’s one year anniversary! Unfortunately, Frank has to work today so we can’t go out on a nice little date or anything, but we had a fun morning together with the doctor and then going out to look for a rug for the baby’s room. Our life revolves around the baby, but we still find lots of moments to be “just us” together.
I love when Frank talks to my belly. He told the baby last night that he was happy Note could be with us during this of our first anniversary. He said millions of cute things and just made my heart melt. I love him so much and can’t wait to see him tonight!
Only about 130 days left to go!