This past week definitely had its ups and downs. Let's start with the ups! After a wonderful 28-week appointment on Wednesday my parents came to visit and it was so great to see them. Since I am now at home full-time (Wait--what?! More on that later...) and am leaving the house less and less due to slowing down quite a bit, it can get very lonely. They were excellent company and some of the only people I know who really don't mind running errands with me. They left Saturday afternoon and I was so sad to see them go. The good news: They're coming back next month--one more time before the babies arrive! Hip hip!
Michael and I decided to walk around Northpark Mall in search of a birthday gift for the soon-to-be 30-year-old. We also ran a few small errands and then headed home. I think it was too much for this fat lady to handle so Saturday night was spent in bed, freaking out about multiple Braxton Hicks contractions. I was SO SURE I was going into labor that night. (I didn't.)
By the way, let's back up a day to Friday where I received the results from my first glucose test. I FAILED. Epically. We're talking, F minus fail. I do the extended test this Friday, which requires complete fasting (no food or water after midnight) and then four blood draws. The test begins at 9 am and takes three hours so I will go without food and water for 12 HOURS. After failing the first test so badly I'm not sure why the second test is even necessary, but that's not for me to decide. And while I expected the bad news I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed. Oh well, these kiddos are worth it. :)
We had company over on Sunday morning and then celebrated our nephew's 7th birthday that afternoon. After the contraction scare on Saturday night I've been really trying to take it easy. I called the doctor yesterday and she didn't seem too concerned. There is another measurement they take at the Perinatologist each month that gives them a good idea if I'll go into pre-term labor. I pass that test with flying colors each time (meaning: the kiddos are staying put for now). With that in mind, BH contractions don't make my doctor very nervous. Just me. And yet another reason I'm so anxious to get through this week... and all the weeks that follow.
I don't mean for this post to be a downer, I'm still feeling good and have no other labor signs. I do believe making it to 38 weeks seems like a pipe dream now whether my doctors agree with that statement or not. A little prayer for my confidence and stress level wouldn't hurt--I need to snap out of it and go back to thinking everything is going to be just fine, which I prefer more than what I can only describe as my current Eeyore mentality. :)