My doctor not only found a baby, but also a heartbeat. A teeny, tiny heart is already beating in my beautiful little babe! I would have burst into tears had my husband not grounded me by grabbing my hand and giving it a squeeze.
I am simply over the moon with joy at the memory of that flickering little heart on the screen. I was so concerned, terrified really, and I feel like I can finally give a sigh of relief and relax. Oh, how I've wanted this moment!
Now the not-so-good news: I flunked my 1-hour glucose test so I have to do the 3-hour test next week. A lack of activity often leads to insulin resistance so I'm nearly 100% certain that I didn't pass because I've been on this semi-bedrest. My doctor gave me the go-ahead to resume normal activity (he says the baby isn't a piece of fruit on a tree; you can't just shake it loose) so I'll be performing some form of exercise every day. I know that's a Bradley thing also so I might as well make it a habit now.
As far as diet is concerned, well, that's going to be tricky. I know that I should watch my carb intake, but that's a little difficult when carbs are about the only thing that is soothing to my queasy stomach. I'm planning to do a lot of stir-fry (veggie & protein) meals this week (the ginger should help my tender tummy) and I'll hope for the best.
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My husband often attends doctor's appointments with me because he insists that I hear something other than what the doctor says. He says my OB was very clear that I would get a c/s when I went to the hospital so he could attempt to flip my son. I heard that there was a chance that I would not be getting cut and I held out hope that I'd enjoy a natural delivery. He says that our son's pediatrician never had anything negative to say about me breastfeeding our son. I heard that he was critical over my son being so slim and he questioned just how many ounces of breastmilk our son was receiving in each feeding. Today, we both heard the same thing. . .I think.
Anyway, he mentioned that he finds it awkward to not only watch another man use a dildo-shaped instrument on me, but then the same man sticks his fingers up my hoo-haw. Yeah, put that way, I guess it is kinda awkward! haha