Oversharing...

I've noticed really funny thing lately, the larger around the middle I get, the more people seem to want to share intimate, personal details of their lives as a pregnant person with me, even when they've never met me before in their life.

I was checking out at the store the other day, it was particularly busy that day and there was a long line behind me. I walk up to the girl behind the register and this is how our conversation goes (loudly, in public, with many people within earshot):

Cashier: "Hello!"

Me: "Hi. How are you"

C: "Very well thank you-- Oh LOOK at you! I just noticed that are pregnant!"

Me: "Yes, I am!"

C: "You know what? I had a water birth. How do you feel about water birth?"

Me: "Er, well, I'm not really considering it."

C: "You should. Really. It is wonderful. I didn't need any drugs or anything. Women should never need any drugs, they've been doing this for ages. Are you having drugs? You're not, are you?" ::disapproving look::

Me: "Er...um... I'm not quite sure yet." (please note that at this point I'm feeling super awkward because A.) She's speaking REALLY loudly and B.) I only have one item, which was rang up about 5 minutes ago.)

C: "Do you have music set up? I played music really loudly, not like Enya or any of that crap, I totally rocked out to ACDC and burned incense. I don't think anyone else at the waterbirth center liked it but I thought it was wonderful. You should do that."

Me: I don't say anything because A. I hate incense and B. I'm just desperately trying to escape at this point as the people in line behind me are getting antsy and staring...a lot.

C:"You know what I found to be really helpful?"

Me: Thinking to myself "No, but I bet you're going to tell me!"

C: "When I was at the end of my third trimester and really wanted to go into labor I stimulated my nipples." I swear her voice rose about three decimals at that point and EVERYONE in line behind me heard, "I just rubbed them really good, and had my husband rub them. Like this..." And then, in line, with about 7 people behind me she demonstrated, just for me, how she stimulated her nipples, "Yep, I went into labor 2 hours later. I just did this." Continues to make circular rubbing motion around nipples," My husband enjoyed it too. Not to hard, but not to soft. Works like a charm!"

Me: Staring at her in absolute dismay with my face tomato red, "Um...er...uh...thanks. I...um...have to go now..."

Why?!?!

"Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be."

-Carrie Fisher

FAIL...

Sorry for the delay on my GD test update. I, in a fit of rage at Verizon Fios and them overcharging my account for no apparent reason, cancelled my internet. So I've been without internet, until tonight when I jumped on someone in the neighborhood's unsecured wireless network in a desperate attempt to update my blog.

So... I FAILED. Here's the story. Last time I was at the doctor's office she had mentioned that in my October appointment that I would have my GD test. She didn't tell me anything else, and nor did the nurse or the person who called to confirm my appointment. So here I was, on Monday morning, happily chowing down on Rob's leftover twice-baked potatoes and eating a candy bar before I went for my test until one of the girls in my office stopped me in horror. Wasn't I supposed to be fasting? Was I seriously eating carbs and candy before my test? Ok, so looking back, that doesn't seem like the smartest move, but I didn't even think twice since neither my doctor nor any of the nurses has instructed me otherwise. So I called the doctor's office to make sure. Nope, totally fine they assured me.

So I get to the appointment and my doctor's nurse brings Rob and I back to the room. I get weighed...only 4 lbs since Sept 3rd...SCORE (as opposed to my post vacation/big Italian in-laws visit weight gain of 6 lbs the previous month)!! I was feeling damn good about that. Then she tells me that the next visit I'll be getting my GD test, in November. I, suprised, say:

"Oh! Good! I thought I was supposed to get it today and was worried because all I've eaten today is potatoes and a candy bar."

She goes out to get the doctor, but is back in a minute with a small bottle. She explains to me that I can take the test today, I'm a little skeptical and ask again if my morning's diet will affect the outcome. She assures me, like everyone else, that it will not. So I drink it down. I was thinking it would taste like thick cough syrup, or something, but it was not that bad at all! It simply tasted like sweet, flat Sprite. Not my drink of choice, but it wasn't horrendous like I've heard.

I feel pretty good about passing. There is no history of GD in my family, I haven't gained a lot of weight, I'm ok. NOT. I get a call the next morning that I failed my test and now have to go in for my three hour screening tomorrow. I ask the nurse, again, if this could have anything to do with what I ate, and she says no. Argh. No problem, I'll just take 4 hours out of my insane work schedule in which I have no time to finish work even when I take it home every weekend. Oh yeah, easy peasy.

I will be so bummed if I DO have GD. I know it isn't a huge deal, I'll just have to modify my diet (no more pasta, potatoes and candy...every day), and I can totally do that. But I hate the idea of anything negative or risky in this pregnancy. Lucy and I can handle it, but it is still scary!

So that is my story for tonight.

Did any of you moms/pregnant gals out there have to fast before your first GD test? Just curious...

“If you're not failing every now and again, it's a sign you're not doing anything very innovative.”

-Woody Allen

I'm Still Here...

My job is always getting in the way of my blogging, and my life in general. I will be updating soon. I promise. Probably this weekend, and then again after my much dreaded gestational diabetes test on Monday. EEK! Not tonight though, too busy with the VP Debates on TV. I will update soon with new pics.

Lucy is fabulous and kicking away at me like crazy.

"(S)he’s gonna be a soccer playa…yes (s)he is..."

-Billy Madison