Fight To The Finish

I had my usual baby check-up this morning. My blood pressure was high and I had gained a bit more weight this month than I should have (Oops! Blegian ice cream sandwhich, maybe??). Unfortunately, this opened a can of worms called extra testing just to make sure I wasn't getting preeclampsia. I also had to do my glucose test since I didn't do it last month because I was terribly sick and didn't feel like it (read " How Not To Plan A Romantic Getaway")

With all of the testing that came flying at me this morning, I felt like I was in a fight to prove that me and the baby are just fine. So to the tests I say, "Bring it, Princess!!!"

"In this corner we have, Pregnant Lady Extraordinaire! With her expanding girth and expert waddling ability - how could she lose???"

"And in this corner, we have The Barrage of Extra Testing! Looming pregnancy diabetes, fetal stress test and the feared preeclampsia test complete with a 24 hour urine collection jug, with such fierce competitors - who will the winner be???"

So I jumped into the fight. Gulped down the fake orange soda for the glucose test, got all of my blood work done and was given the gift of a giant collector jug complete with a collection bowl, which kind of looks like a cowboy hat when you turn it upside down. They were nice enough to put it in a discrete HUGE brown paper bag. Sweet. Then I headed to the 3rd floor for the fetal stress test. I got to kick back in a comfy lounge chair, watch TV and sip apple juice. Whadoyaknow? My blood pressure went way back down to normal. I guess there's just something about being greeted at the doctors' office with a urine sample cup and a weight scale that freaks me out and makes my blood pressure go up. Who knew??

My fetal stress test and blood pressure tests were just perfect! "Round one goes to Pregnant Lady Extraordinaire!!!"

Tomorrow morning I get to start my 24 hour urine sample collection. Oh joy. Aaron is already doing dry heaves just thinking about a big jug of his wife's pee sitting in the fridge. If I know Aaron, he'll have a portable cooler system rigged up for me by the time he gets home from work. I've got to take it to the office tomorrow too. Nothin' like opening the fridge at work to find a co-worker's jug of pee next to your bagged lunch. This should be interesting...

I've gotta wait a few days for the blood work to come back. At least for now I'm winning. Take that, stupid tests!