She is doing great she sits and whines in front of the door when she has to go. She's been making friends with other puppies and she even has a boyfriend El Nino.
My belly is getting bigger, I have to wear maternity pants now.
I've been feeling the baby move and also experiencing Braxton Hicks contractions although I didn't realize that's what it was until I experienced one while at the Dr's office and the Dr confirmed that's what it was. I had to take a glucose tolerance screen. You don't fast, you drink the drink and then they draw your blood one hour later. So a few Fridays ago I went to have that test done, as usual the lady phlebotomist was very nice. She registered me and gave me the drink. It wasn't that bad. She told what time to come back. I went to take the little dog for a walk. All of a sudden I realized I had to get back. We rushed back. When I got in the Dr's office the staff seemed concerned. I sat down in the chair and lifted my sleeve and asked the lady how many times I was going to have my blood drawn she seemed confused and said only once, and I said oh well it's only been 30 minutes since I drank the stuff. The light went on in her head and she realized that she had calculated my draw time incorrectly, she apologized profusely. Whew, disaster avoided. My screen came back slightly high so now I have to take 3 hour glucose tolerance test. I called the lab after leaving my Dr's appointment on a Wednesday and was told that they couldn't schedule me for Friday because they already had some one scheduled and they can only do one a day. The had a spot available on the following Friday. WTF? I used to be a phlebotomist, we used to do multiples all the time all you have to do is make sure you stagger them if there is only one phlebotomist. I called my Dr's office and asked if I could wait until the following Friday. The Dr. called the lab directly and said that I should be there between 7- and 8 am on Friday. I fasted to get ready for the test. Fasting wasn't that hard, I found it harder to not drink water. I usually wake up in the middle of the night very thirsty. Then I got up early to be at the Westerly Hospital before 8 am. I packed up my computer two books and a movie, the baby dog and some food for later. I arrived and there were several people waiting to be registered. I took a number. I was called up to be registered. The registrar saw my order and went to talk to the phlebotomists. I was told that I had to schedule an appointment. I said my Dr's office scheduled the appointment directly with them. She told me I wasn't on the schedule and they already had one person doing one. Great I thought, I should have known there were going to be difficult, I'm gonna have to go all the way home and then come all the way out here again. Why am I having so many problems with the lab people. I asked if I could call my Dr. Of course since it was 8 in the morning the Dr's office wasn't open and the answering service answered. I explained the situation and told her that Dr. Cacio and or her assistant Morene had shcedueled the appointment. She put me on hold while she tried to contact the Dr. At that point an angel from heaven with dark long hair showed up and said that they had to do my test. The answering service came back on the line and I told her they were going to do it. Thank god! I was about to really spaz out. The register said I was lucky she(dark haired angel)showed up. I told her sheeeee was the one that was lucky. She laughed and asked if I was going to bitch her out. I said I knew it wasn't her fault, but some one there would have got an ear full. I took the test and four blood draws later it was normal. Every night the baby has a party in my belly she dances and plays the drums, well at least that's what it feels like. The only other thing I can say is HOLLY HEARTBURN! Bring on the extra stregth tums!
