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February 14, 2006

27 Weeks, 2 Days

I am coming up with new and exciting ways to freak myself out.

Case in point: At the end of last week at around, oh, I don't know, two o'clock in the morning, I woke up in pain. It was intense pain and it was in my abdomen. There was only one thing it could be: I was in labor. Of course, being that there are supposed to be three months between me and labor, naturally, I freaked out. The first thing I did, which made perfect sense at the time, was remove my wedding ring so they wouldn't have to cut it off. Honestly, don't ask me to explain because I don't know.

I put my hands on my stomach and noticed something weird - it was mushy. Now, I've had a few of those Braxton-Hicks things (I think) where your stomach gets all tight, but I was positively fluffy. The baby didn't so much like getting poked at - it is ok for her to wake me up in the middle of the night but apparently it doesn't go both ways - and started kicking me. It was right about then that I realized I was not in labor, but had a really bad gas pain. Feeling incredibly silly - and very thankful I hadn't woken Darren up over a little gas - I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

Then two nights ago I had this horrible dream about my glucose screen. My glucose screen is scheduled for today. I have to not eat anything after 12:30ish and then I have to drink this bottle of orange goo at 2:30 and arrive for my appointment at 3:15 so my blood is drawn at exactly 3:30. I don't know how many times they told me it was VERY IMPORTANT that I get there on time so my blood is drawn EXACTLY an hour after I drink my orange-goo glucola. (Yes, it is really called glucola). So in the dream, first I was eating brownies and it was around 2:00. I didn't worry, I figured, no big deal. Then I didn't drink my glucola on time. But then I realized it was Monday, so no big deal - my appointment was Tuesday. Tuesday rolled around. I drank my glucola at 2:30 and got in the car and got on the highway. (There are no highways between me and the doctor). Darren was driving and there was some weird man in the back seat who had to be dropped off at the mall (I kid you not). Since we were running late, the man said Darren could drop me off at the doctor and then drop him off at the mall. But as I watched the clock in the car tick closer and closer to 3:30, I knew I'd never make it to the doctor on time. It was then I realized I had left my prescription for the blood test at home. I freaked out and told Darren he had to go get it, but he couldn't go get it because they wouldn't take my blood without it. It was 3:48 by the time I got to the doctor and they wouldn't take my blood and I missed my window for the glucose screen and I wouldn't know if I was diabetic or not and my baby could be in danger.

Needless to say, I woke up in a panic. Also needless to say I am keeping a very close eye on the clock today. Ooh, let me go get my prescription out while I'm thinking of it...

Anyway, it hasn't been all insanity here (mostly, just not all). I found out last night that my ugly dancer feet are good for something other than looking ugly. In yoga last night we had to do this exercise where you put your big toe only on the matt, then your little toe only, then your big and little toe only (with the middle three up). No big deal, I thought. However, I was the only one in the class who thought so; nobody else could do it.

The purpose of the exercise is to strengthen your foot muscles because when you are pregnant your ligaments loosen, which is what makes your arches fall. If you have strong foot muscles, they hold your foot "in place" so your arches won't fall. This is good because if your arches fall, they can throw your hips out of whack, giving you lower back problems and even screwing up the birth canal.

So, me with my ugly dancer-feet-of-steel has a better chance of not having my arches fall, not screwing up my hip alignment, and not kinking my birth canal. Plus, I'm less likely to go up a shoe size when this whole ordeal is over with. This is good, because shoe shopping for me is a nightmare. (You want to see Darren go into convulsions? Ask him about shoe shopping for me). So my little piddies are smirking up at me right now, in all their unmanicured glory, as if to say, "See, and YOU called us ugly..." I will have to get them a nice pedicure and massage once the baby is born.

Posted by Terri at February 14, 2006 11:11 AM

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I do appreciate you letting me sleep through gas pains...

Posted by: The Daddy at February 15, 2006 04:55 PM

Apparently the wedding ring removal thing is common - my friend took hers off when she entered her last month of pregnancy because she had the same fear.....any strange cravings yet?!?!

Posted by: Vizma at February 16, 2006 10:33 AM

you've probably have had your' baby by now!congratulations! what'd you have?

Posted by: Kelly at March 30, 2006 11:49 AM

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