I’m not going to lie — I’m a little sad today while posting this. I had my glucose screening test this morning, and I failed. I was really praying that I wouldn’t, because I knew that if there was a possibility that I could have gestational diabetes on top of blood clots, that things could get hairy down the road.
Not to mention my blood pressure was high, and the word preeclampsia was thrown around. Google that and see some pretty scary stuff pop up for pregnant women.
The good news is that Sheffy is still doing good. His heart still beating, although irregular, at 149 beats per minute. He doesn’t have a cleft lip (hallelujah), and well, he’s still showing to be a boy.
I’ve tried to keep the tears in today — I even went back to work, but I just couldn’t keep my emotions in check, so I talked to my boss and he okayed me leaving early.
I just feel like my body is betraying me – I have been so healthy during this pregnancy — eating healthy and working out 6 days a week. And I may not even have it, but the fact that they need further testing is enough to make me freak out.
I already love this little guy so much, and I don’t want his coming out party to be harder than it needs to be.
Next week I hit the third trimester. Me and this little guy have been going strong together now for 27 weeks — and he’s been pretty good to his momma. I only hope that my body can continue to be what it needs to be for him.
Oh, and I know that I should have pushed my hair out of my face. Oh well.