I didn't feel great yesterday. Not sick, just "off." Like I never quite recovered from the walk in from the parking garage or something.
Anyway, it's a feeling I would normally look past and work through, but Rick and I decided that it would be wisest to go see the nurse and check my vitals, just to be sure there wasn't something obviously wrong. I seriously could not be more boring:
Pulse: 84
BP: 106/66
O2 Sat: 98
Temperature: 97.9
Tim (the Capitol nurse) asked me to come back this morning before breakfast, to get a fasted glucose test, just as one last measure. It was 84, and the range for normal is 70-92, so again-- can't really get more normal than that. Kind of nice to see that number, since it's a good indicator that I still don't have gestational diabetes. Not the gold standard one-hour glucose tolerance test, but still a nice hint.
So I'm fine. Though I didn't think so at the time, I think I must have just been tired-- less sleep the night before or something. Last night after work, I just laid around (on my left side even) and watched a movie. Lights out by 10. And I really am back to normal today.
Babies are jostling around-- well A and B anyway-- I only rarely feel C (as a factor of his placenta placement combined with his position, I think). I checked their heartbeats Sunday maybe? But only because it had been a while. It seems silly now, when I do feel them so often.
I've said it before, but I really am grateful that we've gotten this far with no real issues. Just 2.5 weeks from strict viability, which is pretty incredible.
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