No one has a picture perfect life...
It has been practically a lifetime since I have written, but I decided to get on and discuss my latest life experiences. But first an update on life. On February 26th, I made a leap and became a Ruby Ribbon stylist (direct sales company). I am still doing it and absolutely love it. The income I have made from it has truly been a blessing in our lives and I have been able to reduce my hours as a home health nurse and be home more. I went through a period of a substantial weight loss (for me) and was getting quite fit. We then found out on July 2nd that I was pregnant again (planned...lots of planning involved to make it happen) and we were excited for another new journey. In October, we found out it was a boy, and man Brexdon was/is SO excited to get a baby brother. He just wants him to get here already. haha. Everything has been proceeding normally with this pregnancy until recently. It is really easy to say "oh I'm fine" or "I'm good" when someone asks. Much easier than getting into the messy details of life. But life isn't always dandy or neat. Kids are definitely not neat (and that is seriously okay...good even). They keep life exciting, ever changing, and quite the adventure.
Well last week, I went to take my routine glucose challenge test (yes the one with the nasty sugar drink that makes me want to vomit) at my 28 week appointment. I had my day and errands all planned out. Of course, none of it went according to plan and I was feeling stressed and overwhelmed. Everything seemed to be running late. Well I drank the drink, got a finger prick an hour later and was told that I "failed" the test. I have never failed the glucose test...my numbers have actually always been low so this was a shock. So of course, they asked me to do the 3 hour glucose tolerance test. I did that this morning. Can I tell you it was the most awful thing!? Ugh. I had to fast for 12 hours before arriving EARLY at the hospital lab. I could only drink water. Fasting while pregnant is hard, especially this pregnancy. I can eat a well-rounded meal, then feel starving an hour later. I haven't had this kind of starving feeling with any of my other pregnancies. I managed to make the 35 minute drive to the hospital safely and intact after getting Brex on the bus and the girls to a friend's house. I get there, they did a fasting blood draw then gave me 5 minutes to drink yet another gross sugary drink (this one had double the amount of sugar). I guzzled it because I didn't want to even taste it then downed some water. It made me feel pretty nauseous, especially on an empty stomach. I passed the time catching up on emails, and working on my at home business. All fine and dandy. Oh they set me up in a chair in the lab. I wasn't allowed to leave or be active much until the test was all completed. An hour later they drew blood again for my 1 hour results. More waiting...getting stuff done on my phone. This second hour went by a little quicker. I wasn't feeling as nauseous from the drink. They poked me yet again for my 2 hour result. And more waiting. Finally the home stretch and I could see the end in sight to go eat. I was so hungry and really trying to ignore it. They did another blood draw (4 sticks in total, 2 in each arm...they are already bruised...) and told me I could go and would hear the results later from my OB office. I left and booked it for the little bistro in the hospital to get some solid food in me. I could feel myself crashing and being super shaky as I waited for my food. As soon as I got it, I opened it and started eating as I got myself to my car. It took at least half an hour after I started eating for my body to stop shaking and feeling lightheaded. I was also freezing cold with my car's heater on full blast. But once my body decided to regulate, I was able to get on my way. A little later, the OB office called me to check on me. They sad the lab told them my last result was really low and they wanted to make sure I had eaten something and gotten home okay. Luckily, by that point, I was fine. By the way, I did pass my test. I don't have gestational diabetes and they are actually more concerned about hypoglycemia (low blood sugar) with me. Funny how that works.
I never tell people what's really going on because I feel like I am complaining and I don't want it to come across that way. Life is pretty good. I am grateful for all of the miracles and tender mercies I experience. I do not have a picture perfect life. Actually it's usually pretty crazy with my kiddos. But I love it and wouldn't trade the life I have for anything. Social media is not a proper indicator of other people's live. Don't compare yourself to it because the comparison is usually someone else's best to your worst. Everyone is going through trials whether we know it or not. I usually don't talk about mine so everyone assumes my life is grand and dandy. It's not always grand and dandy, but I manage. I have to constantly remind myself that everyone has something and to just care and love for everyone. After all, we are all children of God and should treat each other as such.
Well last week, I went to take my routine glucose challenge test (yes the one with the nasty sugar drink that makes me want to vomit) at my 28 week appointment. I had my day and errands all planned out. Of course, none of it went according to plan and I was feeling stressed and overwhelmed. Everything seemed to be running late. Well I drank the drink, got a finger prick an hour later and was told that I "failed" the test. I have never failed the glucose test...my numbers have actually always been low so this was a shock. So of course, they asked me to do the 3 hour glucose tolerance test. I did that this morning. Can I tell you it was the most awful thing!? Ugh. I had to fast for 12 hours before arriving EARLY at the hospital lab. I could only drink water. Fasting while pregnant is hard, especially this pregnancy. I can eat a well-rounded meal, then feel starving an hour later. I haven't had this kind of starving feeling with any of my other pregnancies. I managed to make the 35 minute drive to the hospital safely and intact after getting Brex on the bus and the girls to a friend's house. I get there, they did a fasting blood draw then gave me 5 minutes to drink yet another gross sugary drink (this one had double the amount of sugar). I guzzled it because I didn't want to even taste it then downed some water. It made me feel pretty nauseous, especially on an empty stomach. I passed the time catching up on emails, and working on my at home business. All fine and dandy. Oh they set me up in a chair in the lab. I wasn't allowed to leave or be active much until the test was all completed. An hour later they drew blood again for my 1 hour results. More waiting...getting stuff done on my phone. This second hour went by a little quicker. I wasn't feeling as nauseous from the drink. They poked me yet again for my 2 hour result. And more waiting. Finally the home stretch and I could see the end in sight to go eat. I was so hungry and really trying to ignore it. They did another blood draw (4 sticks in total, 2 in each arm...they are already bruised...) and told me I could go and would hear the results later from my OB office. I left and booked it for the little bistro in the hospital to get some solid food in me. I could feel myself crashing and being super shaky as I waited for my food. As soon as I got it, I opened it and started eating as I got myself to my car. It took at least half an hour after I started eating for my body to stop shaking and feeling lightheaded. I was also freezing cold with my car's heater on full blast. But once my body decided to regulate, I was able to get on my way. A little later, the OB office called me to check on me. They sad the lab told them my last result was really low and they wanted to make sure I had eaten something and gotten home okay. Luckily, by that point, I was fine. By the way, I did pass my test. I don't have gestational diabetes and they are actually more concerned about hypoglycemia (low blood sugar) with me. Funny how that works.
I never tell people what's really going on because I feel like I am complaining and I don't want it to come across that way. Life is pretty good. I am grateful for all of the miracles and tender mercies I experience. I do not have a picture perfect life. Actually it's usually pretty crazy with my kiddos. But I love it and wouldn't trade the life I have for anything. Social media is not a proper indicator of other people's live. Don't compare yourself to it because the comparison is usually someone else's best to your worst. Everyone is going through trials whether we know it or not. I usually don't talk about mine so everyone assumes my life is grand and dandy. It's not always grand and dandy, but I manage. I have to constantly remind myself that everyone has something and to just care and love for everyone. After all, we are all children of God and should treat each other as such.
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