The dreaded Glucose test

On Saturday, I had my third trimester Glucose test, which indicates whether or not I have gestational diabetes. I have dreaded this test since I found out all pregnant mommies have to get this between 24 and 28 weeks. I of course procrastinated and waited until the last Saturday before my deadline.

For those unfamiliar with the test, you fast for 4 hours - I fasted the whole night, since my appointment was first thing in the morning - then when you get to the diagnostic center, you sign in, they give you an orange drink that I chugged as quickly as possible and then wait an hour for the blood draw. It honestly wasn't bad at all. The drink was cold, so it didn't make me want to throw up, and I even got to sit in a back room with recliners, a flat screen tv and another pregnant woman having the same test done at the very same time.

We talked about our pregnancies, discussed morning sickness, baby names and then compared weight gain - she's 30 weeks and only gained 14 so far, and so now I feel like a hippo. It made the time go very quickly though, and it was nice to meet a woman who has had similar experiences during her pregnancy. She was also very sick the first half of her pregnancy and suffers from low blood pressure.  She also told me about the birth of her first child which resulted in a C-section and how she'll have a C-section with this one too.

After Saturday and our discussion, it started to really set in that this baby will be here in roughly 12 weeks. That's really soon, and there is still so much to do. It's also starting to feel real that I'll be going through the labor process in just about 12 weeks too, and I suddenly have found myself having nightmares about pushing, the hospital stay, and nurses from hell. Not to mention the sudden dose of reality that I know nothing about keeping a newborn alive and out of harms way. I can be a bit of a flake when it comes to remembering where I left my keys and whether or not I shut and locked the front door. What if I forget that I have a baby one day and start my drive to work only to remember I left my infant at home asleep in his or her bassinet? Or what if the baby doesn't like me? Or worse, what if I am a terrible mom? It's something I have wanted for a very long time and went through great lengths to actually get pregnant, but what if I really suck at the whole mom thing? I love taking care of my nieces and nephews, but at the end of the day, I get to send them home. This child will be with me 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. That's a lot of responsibility. The worrying has just begun, but I'll just have to take it day by day.