2 months and counting

According to everyone I have a really good pregnancy. No nausea, no back pain, no cravings, no eating everything in site, and he didn't start moving until I was 6 months in. I am now 7 months pregnant, due November 17Th.

I went to the doctors last month and he had me take a 1 hour glucose test. This test is to see if you are a diabetic. It is an orange drink that tastes like watered down orange soda. A couple days later I went back into the doctors and he checked on the baby. He told me that the baby was perfect in weight and length. Then he told me that I was Anemic. How does that happen when your pregnant. What I said to him was "Well I wouldn't be if my son would share the food I ingest." He gave me a prescription for iron pills and told me I needed to take a 3 hour glucose test. I went 3 days later.

This stuff had the ability to make you gag. This one is red. First they take your blood, you have 5 min to drink the nasty stuff then make you sit in the waiting room for an hour, your not allowed to leave. They call you back in take a vial of blood and tell you to wait an hour. By the third hour you are sooooooooooooo bored, starving, and want something that tastes good to drink. On the final hour I had had my blood drawn 3 times, and went pee 5 times. When I got home there was a message on my machine from my doctor telling me to call them on Monday.

On Monday I called and left a message for them to call me back. I called again on Tuesday and they called me back 3 hours later. One of the nurses told me that the call was in reference to my glucose test. (Considering I had taken it 2 hours prior to their phone call I was freaking). She told me that I had failed my glucose test. I was like "Again? My husband is going to be so upset." I heard an eerie silence, then she asked me if I had already taken it. I explained that I had taken the one hour last week, came in a few days later to see the doctor and that is when he told me I had failed it and needed to take a 3 hour. Which is what I had taken on Friday the day they called. She put me on hold to check on results for that test. She came back and said she needed to consult with the doctor, but would have to call me back as he was with a patient. I said OK. An hour later she called back and said that he found one abnormality but needed 2 to make me a diabetic so I passed. What a way to stress a person out.

I decided that since my son does not want to share his food I will have my normal meal then a half hour later I will have a snack to feed myself. Just like his father eats everything in sight. According to the baby books I am supposed to start mass gaining weight. Well I will if I am eating like I am now, one for him one for me.

Last night I was laying in bed and I had my husband put his hand on my belly to feel the continuous kicking his son was doing. It was not here and there kicking it was in the same place over and over and over again. Like he was being an annoying kid at the theater kicking the back of the seat in front of him. He said it felt like a heart beat. Then his son stopped and changed positions, right under his hand. He took his hand away right after that. I think it was freaking him out.

So in conclusion to this blog our son has finally been named. His name is going to be Rilee. Middle Name to still be determined. Thoughts for middle name Jacob, Axel, and Austin.