ANOTHER CALL FROM THE DOCTOR...

I've never had a doctor call just to say hi, to see how I'm feeling, or ask me to coffee. Actually, I can't ever recall having a doctor call me before in my whole life.... until this pregnancy. It's to the point now that I never want to answer the phone. :(

First call... my glucose tolerance test came back icky. Was referred to a gestational diabetic specialist to start the finger poke 4 times a day to confirm whether or not it was gestational diabetes or not. I hate poking myself. It hurts. A lot. And it doesn't get easier as time passes. 4 times a day. I hate it.

Second call... I need to make an ultrasound appointment for the lump in my breast. My reaction? OMG, it's cancer! Made an appointment, it's a month out. Gotta love stressing for a month.

Third call... my pap test came back abnormal. Again, my reaction? OMG, it's cervical cancer! The best part about it... there is NOTHING we can do until 8-12 weeks POST-PARTUM! In the meantime, I stress about WHY it would come back abnormal.

Fourth call... Boob ultrasound came back fine. Well, kinda. It's not a breast lump (thank God), it's a piece of my rib sticking up under my boob. No idea why. Apparently I could have broken or fractured a rib some how without knowing. I guess I gotta get that checked out now. But hey, at least it's not cancer, so this isn't all bad.

Fifth call... Today the diabetic lady called me about the blood sugar readings I sent her. I definitely have gestational diabetes. CRAP! I didn't want that at all. I'll be started on a medication similar to the metformin on Wednesday.

Needless to say, I'm frustrated. Irritated. Completely overwhelmed. With all this medical stuff, with things going on where I live, and a million other things. Not to mention the 1/4 of a tank of gas it takes to get to and from just one doctor's appointment. *sigh*

GOOD THINGS THOUGH, I have another ultrasound on August 25th (Terry's birthday) for a fetal growth scan with the high risk specialist. They want to be sure the baby is growing as well as it should be so I don't have another itty bitty baby like Nathyn was. He was just under 4 pounds. From the conversation with the doctor today I pretty much got that I'm gonna be at the doctors A LOT with the goals of carrying to 40 weeks and delivering a big healthy baby. We'll make plans to keep my blood pressures low to avoid preeclampsia if possible and keep my sugars as low as possible so the risk of preeclampsia doesn't raise even more.

This would be easier if Terry was home. But I'm not going to complain too much about that. I like that he goes to field training and learns all that he does. I want him to be as prepared as possible for the upcoming deployment.

That's all I know for now. I'm sure there's much more to update about after the next couple of appointments and I'll have more answers.