Feel free to skip this post if you don't want to hear me complain.
Yesterday I woke up with stretch marks on my belly. They weren't there when I went to bed, but were definitely there when I woke up. I guess I should have figured they were inevitable, but I was just so proud and happy to have my big belly without them. I've been using a belly balm and thought I was going to be one of the lucky ones. I may be delusional to think I'd make it through a twin pregnancy without them, but I'm just disappointed. They aren't huge and dark red, but they are there. I'm sure it's just the tip of the iceberg. It's so unfair that men's bodies don't change at all with pregnancy.
I took my 1 hour glucose test today.
Don't I look thrilled? Maybe that's because I was only one sip in.
The first sip wasn't too bad, but it was pretty disgusting by the end. When it hit my stomach I felt horrible. Mama Dukes came with me to keep me company, but it was still pretty boring. I failed. The worse part is I only failed by 5 points. They told me the cutoff was 140 and mine was 145. The nurse at my ob's office who gave me the results said I would pass the 3 hour. I don't understand why I have to take it if I'm most likely going to pass. I really felt pretty awful after and I know it will only be worse with the 3 hour. I'm super bummed. I don't know whether to just suck it up and take the next one or wait to talk with my ob next Wednesday. I'm probably once again being delusional in thinking I can talk him out of making me take the 3 hour.
When I got out of the shower this afternoon I broke the chain on my necklace. It's a necklace W got me for Christmas and its a little pea pod. Inside there are 3 little peas made of pearls to represent the 3 little ones we lost. I put the necklace on the day of our transfer and have only removed it shortly for my chiropractor appointments. I was too superstitious and terrified to take it off before 24 weeks. I'm so sad it broke.
|The necklace is one of these on a chain|
With T having her baby early last night I started to get nervous again about preterm labor and birth. I had been feeling really positive and optimistic about things until last night when I was lying in bed. Once again the fear crept in.
All in all, I'm just bumming out today. Things are bound to be better tomorrow. Thanks for listening.