Doctors and stories

So again... I went to the doctor. Like I said, it's every two weeks now. It seems like it goes by faster the more I see him. There really isn't much to report for these visits. I'm pretty certain that the last ones will be interesting though.
I have about 3 more visits of every two weeks then I'll be moving to every week. Wow, it seems so strange to have to go in that often. I'm not really looking forward to it either. But that will only be about 3 visits then she'll be here.
So far everything has been just fine. We only had that one little scare with her heart, but that turned out to be nothing to worry about. So everything is great. My test from the glucose screen/blood draw turned out just fine.
I've had people tell me I was made to be pregnant. I'm thinking that's a bit obvious... I'm a girl ;) haha. Just kidding, I know it's because I really have been very, very lucky. I didn't get too sick at the beginning, just exhausted. Oh, but I did need to eat a fiberous cereal every morning lol. The second tri flew by and I hardly even knew I was pregnant (everything seemed like my normal not pregnant self), not too many headaches, not very many of the common complaints at all really. So far into the third tri, I've been just fine. Besides the occasional-becoming-more-common back aches. Oh, and I'm starting with the heartburn a bit more too. But that really hasn't made me lose sleep or anything so I've really been just fine. Anything that I've had issues with is manageable, or barely there. It's crazy. I suppose I am pretty lucky.
So the latest and greatest is that she has found my bladder, a nice little nook right where my left leg starts, and is pushing everything upward. I get winded quicker, it's really kind of sad, and can't eat as much all at once, which is fine really and many other things. But this bladder thing... my goodness! She will sit there and push on it, then stop, then push again. I'll be sitting at work or anywhere really and suddenly I get this incredible urge that I have to go. It comes so instant and lasts a few seconds then suddenly the urge is gone. It goes on and off like that for at least a few minutes at a time. It's the best when I've just gone, and suddenly I feel like I have to go again. I'm like.. I JUST barely gave you more room there! You don't need to push on it! Then this little nook she found in my leg. Really it's like right where my leg bends, but she will just get as far down there as she possibly can and then push herself even farther. It gets so uncomfortable! She hits a nerve too and then my leg starts feeling funny. It almost goes numb. If it didn't feel so weird I wouldn't mind so much, it would be pretty funny really. But I can't walk normally when she sits there, and it's uncomfortable. The other day, she was pushing just under my ribs to push herself down in that little nook some more. It was so funny. She would sit there and push for a few seconds and my leg would almost go numb, then stop. Then push again and I'd feel it all in my leg again, the she would stop. It's funny to watch because she's so strong now and has such little room to work with that it will push my stomach out an inch or two, and everything else around it goes flat lol. It's pretty fun to watch.

31 weeks, 7 months!

Holy moley! I'm this far along????? When did that happen??!! Seriously. Time just seems like it is going so fast and I don't feel like I'm growing, but I really am... I mean she is. She's pretty much fully developed now and weighs just over 3 pounds and is 15 inches long. (According to baby sites) I have my moments where I'm so excited for her to just be here, then the exact opposite moments where I'm thinking... Oh shiz this is really happening! But hey, I'm sure that's pretty normal to be terrified and excited at the same time. It's so funny sometimes too because I've never, ever, ever, ever, ever... etc... been an emotional person, but I'll start thinking about her and about silly things like the things Daniel will be doing with her, and how much I'm going to love her, or even the things I'll take her to do and I'll just start to get all emotional and start to cry! It's so annoying to me because I don't do that stuff. It's funny though.
So I'm totally freaked out about the whole birth thing. My back has been hurting a lot more lately because of the weight of her making my back sway forward, and I'm thinking if I'm such a whimp about that... I'm never going to be able to make it through a freaking delivery! But somehow women do it all the time, which means I can too, dang it!
It's been pretty funny lately because more and more often people keep thinking it's important to tell me all about their pregnancies and kids. I'm not talking people I know... I don't mind that at all... I'm talking people I've never met, seen or will ever see again! I just think, why do you feel the need to waste my time when I'm obviously leaving and sit here telling me all about your experience and kids. I don't need to know about it. I don't have anything in common with you besides the fact that I'm having a baby. I don't care if you had a girl too. Your pregnancy is nothing like mine, I don't want to sit and compare them with someone I don't know. Especially if I'm already on my way out of somewhere. I may just be a bit irritated, because it is kind of funny. But seriously, it's kinda lame.
I suppose I should be happy about the fact that people don't just come up to me and rub my belly very often. I hear that one gets extremely old. Most people ask first, or just barely touch it for a second. It's not too bad. I'm dealing more with the stories than the touching. I don't know which would be more annoying to deal with.
So on a happier ending note... I'm down to about 9 weeks left (I really hope she comes a bit early)! We're getting her room more and more ready. That makes me feel so much less stressed because I feel like I'm getting more prepared. And we still have so much fun and love listening to her little heart beat. It's so cool.

To the doc again...

So this time it was just fine. Really nothing to report. Daniel made me ask him about going to the Backstreet Boys concert because he was a bit concerned haha. But the doctor said it would be just fine. He suggested maybe going to someone other than the BSB, but if the BSB is my pick then it would be fine.
Starting this appointment I'm going to be seen every two weeks. Oh that was really strange to realize I'm that close already! It seems like just a month ago I knew eventually I'll be starting every two weeks for visits, but it seemed like forever away. I don't know why or how this is going so fast for me, but it really is. Which I suppose is really nice. Hopefully it still goes fast for my last month... which is only in a month! Oh crazy.
So everything is going great. The baby's heart is getting louder and louder everytime we go in. Her movements are stronger and more often. It's fun... until she finds a spot that hits a nerve or something haha.
We bought a baby names book to help us decide on her name. We're having fun reading through it. We also started registering at Baby's R Us. We need to go somewhere else too to register.
It still really doesn't seem real. I don't know that reality has really hit me yet. I mean ya, I get that my stomach is growing, and there is some little person in there moving around like crazy, but it just seems like time is going by just like it always has... And then I get to the point of ...Oh, but I can't do this, and I can't do that right now. Then it seems real haha, but only for that moment.

Glucose screen test

So this appointment they told me ahead of time I will need to be there for at least an hour. So I planned for an hour off of work and went in. They had told me I'd be drinking a very sweet drink so that they could test my sugar levels and blood counts and such. It's a routine test once you reach about 28 weeks.
Well I go in, and they do the usual. Then they tell me to drink something. I take a big gulp and realize very quickly it's incredibly nasty! It tasted like over sugared, over syruped, under carbonated orange soda. I'm not a fan of soda or orange flavored things to begin with. So I decided to finish it quickly instead of slowly. So I take two more big gulps and I'm done. Then she tells me I can't eat or drink anything but a little bit of water for at least an hour. I can go do whatever as long as I'm back within an hour so that it has time to work through my system and they will be able to draw my blood.
I left, came home, then went back and they drew my blood. They told me that I would get all my results at my next appointment unless they found something wrong. It really wasn't all that bad, except that the nasty drink was nasty and made me want to throw up for the first time in months.
So I haven't heard anything from them yet. I'm guessing that's a good sign. I'll have to see what the doc says at my next appointment.