ME: “Can I at least drink water”, NURSE: “No, we give you glucose to drink”

Yesterday I had my doctor’s appointment.  The plan was to head to HK on Monday eat a really big late dinner before my fasting had to start then take a nice warm bath and get a good night sleep in a hotel room with heating.  I planned on waking up right before my appointment since I picked a hotel 3 stops away on the subway.  I figured the doctor would be pleased at my obvious weight gain, not only is my belly expanding every second but my face is starting to fill back out and lately everyone has commented that I looked much better than the last time they saw me.  I was feeling like Lindsay again and I eat nonstop all day long!  I knew that the glucose test wouldn’t be fun but I was excited to see pictures of my little man. 

You can see his face!!!!

Well throw in some baby brain mixed with high expectations, goodbye to a good friend and a newly renovated hotel and you get what I got!

I was about to cross the border with a big empty suitcase to pick up the rest of our Christmas gifts (with the help from my friend Jodie…no I wasn’t about to lift or do anything I shouldn’t!) when I realized that I forgot my passport.  My passport was 2 hours away back in my apartment.  Rather than going back and forth I sent the driver and he picked up Adam who gave him my passport and he drove it back to me.  In the meantime I enjoyed a wonderful dinner with Jodie and her family.  I got to HK 4 hours later than expected at about 11:00 pm.  Since they upgraded me to a renovated room with a king sized bed (I can’t really complain) I didn’t have a bath tub, but I did have a spa shower…complete with hot water and more pressure than a water gun.  I stayed up late putting pictures on facebook, but I still had a wonderful sleep.  I woke up starving and thirsty.  I normally drink 5 or 6 bottles of water each day!  I barely made it to the doctor without passing out.  The stuffy train station didn’t help.  I called Adam and told him if I stopped talking that he should call the doctor and tell him to come find me on the ground in the station.  I made it, had my first blood test and drank the most disgusting stuff ever!  It took me almost 20 min to finish the glass full.  I had my appointment right after the test and the baby is growing really well and everything looks good.  However the doctor was concerned that I had only gained 2 lb’s since my last appointment…2 lb’s I could have sworn I gained at least 5.  I took my next two blood tests and went shopping for another pair of maternity pants.  Normally I would be excited to go down a size without even trying but I was not happy that after my disappointing weight gain I had to go down a pants size…I figured that my jeans were loose because I didn’t have a dryer to shrink them back.  I left feeling totally discouraged and completely out of control of the situation.  I ate a very fatty lunch and picked up some junk food from the grocery store before meeting Jodie who was meeting to help me carry the gifts across the border. 

Then I had to say my last goodbye (this was number 4 I think) to Jodie who would no longer be close enough for a weekend visit.  I am happy for her being able to move back to Australia; however the selfishness in me is going to hate having her so far away.  I have had to say goodbye to 2 great friends in the past month, and I have decided that people need to start checking with me before they let their husbands accept a new job.

Last night I got home at 9:00 and after looking through our Christmas gifts (nothing cheers up a girl like cute baby things and decent food) and updating my parents on the doctors apt I went straight to sleep.  Today I plan on being a major couch potato and eating cookies and cheese doodles.