Well folks, the significance of today is that it's the last Eleventh before Jabberwocky's due date. Holy smokes!
Today I had my 36-week check-up at the doctor's. They took my blood again. Now, blood in general is something that I don't like to have much to do with. Needles make me pale and shaky. I dread the lab. The first couple times I had my blood drawn, the lab girls chatted with me to distract me from what was happening, and that was nice. Once Anders came along and I looked fixedly at him and talked all the way through it.
People who are not squeamish don't get squeamishness. They just don't understand that heart-racing weak-kneed feeling we squeamish people get from things like blood. My lab girl today didn't chat with me. I was on the point of starting up with "How 'bout them Brewers?" a couple times, but was too nervous. And then, with the needle in my arm and blood seeping into the little glass vial, she said this: "ha, it's gurgling!"
I was NOT amused. I kept my eyes averted and did not smile and tried to have happy thoughts.
Then after that I pre-registered for Labor Day, so they can bustle me right on up to the delivery room when I walk in the hospital door. And now I'll be going to the doctor every week! This is like, final countdown stage!
3 comments:
I actually kind of like the taking blood process. It's cool to see the blood first spurt into the tube and fly through. I usually watch, nurse's probably think i'm weird, or a drug addict and I'm used to it...which I'm not. btw, thinking of having needles poked in me for money, that is, giving plasma. you up for it, jk.
Yeah, I don't mind seeing blood, but I still don't prefer to watch it spurt out of me, so I just always looked away and just anticipated a prick, and then ignored the whole process. :) The un-fun part is having the hep-lock stuck in your vein the whole time you're there in labor. Not comfy if you're there for awhile.
Can't wait to see this baby!
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not helping.
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