I went to the doctor today and I am supposed to be a little less than 33 weeks along.
I am measuring past 35.
I have had 2 ultrasounds that put me actually a week under my due date-so technically I should only be less than 32, but they decided to keep my original due date.
I will have another ultrasound next week to see if this baby is part giant, or if I just have lots of extra fluid in there.
Nothing about this pregnancy has been like the others though...so...
I had my glucose test yesterday...a little late since we've been so busy, and so has my doctor.
Turns out my levels are quite high.
Never has happened before-now I have to do a 3 hour test, after a 12 hour fast in two weeks...if I make it that long.
Hopefully I don't have gestational diabetes.
I guess I better lay off the m&m's and ice cream.
This baby is a mover and a kicker...all the time.
Good for him, he is very healthy.
Bad for me, my ribs are very messed up.
I have not had an even minuscule amount of good sleep in weeks due to aches, pains and....contractions.
Not little, oh am I having a contraction? Braxton hicks type contraction-NO!
More like holy free holies, my uterus is a brick and I can't walk, talk or breathe normally for more than a minute.
The wake you up in the middle of the night, slap you in the face, am I dying? Kind of contractions.
Still, I know I am not in labor-but I don't think it will be long off, and neither does my doctor.
Also I am nesting.
To the point that I can see people thinking I'm insane, but I can't stop myself.
I am on a liquidation mission at my house, everything must go.
All closets, furniture and rooms must be rearranged, organized and pretty much alphabetized.
It is so bad that I even emptied a church closet on Sunday and stayed after purging and organizing it to a state of perfection.
Everyone just stood back and looked at me with scared expressions on their faces.
I am finishing every craft project I have put on the back burner, because for some reason I feel like they need to be finished immediately.
I am pretty sure I have lost it entirely.
Oh and I'm angry.
Like Incredible Hulk angry.
I will snap at anyone and anything, so watch out.
I can hear myself yelling at my children, I can see their scared faces wondering if I am actually going to turn green...and yet I can't stop myself.
I have never felt this out of control in any of my other pregnancies or in any other time of my life.
I am completely insane.
I need this baby to wait until at least the first of September...
August has camping trips, lots of school work and lots of cleaning still needs to be done before I can start even thinking about giving birth.
He will wait at least that long right?
Tell me I'm right....
...Or I'll get angry.
You won't like me when I'm angry.
