Had my regular OB checkup yesterday. Before my 9AM appointment (I didn’t think they really existed!), I had to stop in on the ground floor phlebotomy lab and drink some super-sweet flat orange soda for my glucose challenge test. I then popped up to the third floor for the usual pee-in-a-cup, blood-pressure routine. My appointment was actually with the office’s nurse practitioner, who I like quite a bit. I’m measuring nearly 33 weeks, 7 1/2 ahead of my true gestation. Got to hear those beautiful heartbeats, including baby A kicking the microphone in between beats. By feel, there’s a chance she’s gone back head-down, but we’ll see tomorrow at the next ultrasound. Here’s hoping for a growth spurt.
After the (always brief) appointment, I scheduled my next for another two weeks, and went downstairs to await the great blood draw. At precisely one hour post-soda, I had three little vials of blood drawn. And it only took two pokes! She sure tried for a while to make the first one work, though. Not fun.
Completely unrelated to my doctor’s appointment, I stayed home from work for the day. Before I left, while doing the usual post-shower things like lotion and teeth brushing, I was musing on how lucky I’d been that my back hasn’t been bothering me too much. After all, I’ve long had back problems, but they’ve been mostly absent from this pregnancy. I spoke too soon. Barely finished with the thought, my back decided to spasm, in a fit of pregnancy karma. I had to hobble into the bedroom to wake my husband up to help me finish lotioning. It was quite a sight.
The pain wasn’t so awful, and it was certainly not worth missing a doctor’s appointment, but now that work is a much quieter place, it was a good day to avoid my uncomfortable desk chair. I spent the day on the couch, doing next to nothing, watching a wide variety of baby shows on Discovery Health or TLC. Not too shabby…
Fingers crossed that I’ll get good results from yesterday’s test, and not have to do the three-hour one!