Yesterday was the day.

I’m assuming the day that most pregnant mamas around 28 weeks don’t love, but a piece of the pregnancy journey nonetheless-for that I’m grateful. As I sat in the lab at the hospital awaiting my blood draws for my RhoGAM shot (the extra kicker for all of us negative blood mamas) I took out my lovely sugar drink. Within one minute, maybe less, I had that thing gone. Of course I did my research and the chugging it down method seemed to win most votes. So there I was, chugging away positive that this would be the one and only time this pregnancy that I would have to choke this stuff down.

Well I was wrong.

Fast-forward to my appointment, where I’m first given the RhoGAM shot (not as bad as I remembered the last time) and then the finger prick to test my blood sugar. Baby moving all over the place, hello sugar! My Dr. comes in, we say our hellos and then the nurse comes in over the intercom and reads off some numbers. The dreaded numbers. After a few more words exchanged he informs me that unfortunately my blood sugar levels were a bit high. Tears welling up, thank you hormones. “really?” I say, as if that is going to change the results. “Yes, so you will have to go in for the three hour test before your next appt.”

So many thoughts swirling, but mostly in those moments I felt like my body failed me, or I failed the baby or something. I’m hopeful that after this next test and more sugar (yuck!) that I will pass and we can all move on. I’m not even sure why this was such a devastation, I know that they run these tests to protect me and the baby and I would much rather them catch something that needs attention, than overlook it. So hard when your expectations are set one way, and the outcome is different than you hoped-as with all of life. I don’t mean to sound cynical in this post, just a real glimpse into my life and what I’m struggling through. Everything else looked great with our babe and me yesterday, and there really aren’t words that can describe my full gratitude.

So next week I’ll have some quiet time in the hospital, with a good book in tow, I guess that isn’t the worst thing in the world. I might actually enjoy the quiet-stillness found in those hours.

In other news, we have a “big” (to us) delivery on its way as I type. Our brand new dishwasher! I know, I know, this is such a silly first world thing. When we moved into our house 4 years ago, there was this lovely-ancient kitchen aid dishwasher and I fell in love. I was really hoping that it worked, and worked it did for about 3.5 years. I have no idea how old this thing really is, but my guess is older than me.

Since our “old faithful” hasn’t been able to do the job well lately, I’ve taken over the role as dishwasher (Chase helps t00, he’s good like that). Being the good husband that he is, Chase initiated the hunt for a new one. He is so good to me, or maybe it’s that he wants clean dishes come January? At any rate, It’s a bittersweet day as I say good-bye to our last original-to-the-house appliance. Blame it on the hormones again, but I get sentimental about this kind of thing.

I have a feeling that my sentiments won’t cloud my excitement too long, once I get this thing up and running! I should also add, that the hum of the dishwasher is one of my favorite sounds-I’m weird, I’ll own it!  Thank you Chase and wee one for the new “helping hand” I’ll put it to good use, don’t you worry!

I suppose that is all the excitement on our end of the block for today, I hope this Wednesday finds you well friend. Stay the course, the weekend is ever approaching, almost time for me to get the chili cooking and bread baking.

I can hear the hum of the dishwasher already!