Thursday, May 19, 2011

Orange death defeated

Last Wednesday I took the dreaded 28 week glucose screening to check for gestational diabetes, a high blood sugar condition that some women get during pregnancy.

I was prepped beforehand. The midwife told me to have a low-carb, high protein breakfast, and that when I arrived for my appointment, they'd have me drink a sugary solution (dubbed orange death by my doula), wait an hour and then they'd draw my blood.

So Wednesday morning I housed my greek yogurt/fiber one concoction, had my one cup of caffeinated coffee and headed off. Upon arrival - well, since this joint always runs 30 minutes late if you're not the first appointment in the a.m., 30 minutes after arrival - they handed me this bottle, which was full of orange liquid, and told me that the clock started when I finished it.

Glug, glug, glug. Orange death. It took me about 3 minutes to drink.
It tasted like the syrup they use to make Fanta. Before they mix it with the carbonated water. Not that I've ever tasted it. But, in my head I have.

Anyhow, down it went. I almost vomited, but was told that if I did, I'd have to come back another day and start all over, so I thought happy thoughts and swallowed the excess saliva.
Joy.

My midwife had told me that her very unscientific opinion was that people who hate the drink are usually negative. Those who don't mind it (aka have a real sweet tooth) often test positive. Maybe her unscientific opinion deserves a journal article because today they called and told me I was all clear - a huge relief. The test is known for producing a plethora of false positives, which then results in the patient having to endure an extra long test.

Here's a description:
For three days before the test, you'll be told to eat at least 150 grams of carbohydrate a day. If you eat a normal diet and have an extra piece of bread at each meal, you'll likely be getting enough carbs. For eight to 14 hours before the test, you can't eat or drink anything but sips of water (and you're not supposed to smoke or exercise either), so you'll want to schedule it for first thing in the morning. When you arrive for the test, the technician will take a blood sample to measure your "fasting blood glucose level" and then ask you to drink either a more concentrated dose or a larger volume of the glucose solution. Then brace yourself for three more arm pricks, as your blood is tested every hour for the next three hours. The technician should alternate arms each time she draws your blood.

So, I'm pleased as punch that I passed. Orange punch that is...

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

525,600 minutes x 5

Hard to believe its been five years since we stood on the stone patio of the Plantation House, at the base of St. Lucia's Pitons, and Will recited his beautiful, heart-warming, eloquently-written vows...

Maggie,

I promise to love and care for you and to continue to develop and perfect my ability to consider your needs as if they were my own. I promise to place our needs at the head of the trail so they will guide me and my decisions in our new life together. I promise to give us 100% and to value our unity and marriage, attacking the betterment of our bond with vigor and hard-work, mixed with a life-giving sense of humor. I am truly excited to be part of a new, stronger united us. Thank you for allowing me to combine my life and soul with yours and thank you for being you: The wonderful Maggie who I can now become one with to form and mold into the ultimate friendship.

I truly look forward to the next 50 years of our journey, with this new baby (and maybe more) in tow. Though I know the road may be rough at times, I have no doubt that our combined strength will allow us to overcome any challenge we face. As I said five years ago:

Will,

You are my best friend and the love of my life. I love your quiet intelligence, quirky and smart sense of humor, compassion and openness to all things new. I admire your patience, fierce determination to always better yourself and your ability to see the brighter side of life. You teach me to cherish family and nurture friendships. You challenge me to always be kind, understanding and honest. And you remind me not to sweat the small stuff. You are a part of me - an essential element to who I am - and I cannot imagine life without you.

Today, in front of family and while surrounded by the spirits of loved ones, I pledge my life to you. I promise to be true to you. To love, comfort, respect and support you. I promise to bring strength, joy and commitment to our marriage and our new family. I accept that life is not a fairytale but I promise to devote myself to making the rough times a lesson in communication and a way to strengthen our bond. Don't worry. There will be plenty of laughter as well. An amazing future lies ahead, filled with discovery. I promise you, Will, the adventure has just begun.

Right now, that last line seems very apropos.

To my best friend, I love you. Happy five years.



Monday, May 16, 2011

Supersonic San Juans

During last weekend's Seattle visit, we spent Saturday exploring the largest of the San Juan Islands, Orcas.

To get there, we drove an hour and a half north of Seattle to the ferry terminal in Anacortes and boarded a Washington State Car Ferry for the hour long ride. Not to worry though, Will had Mighty-O donuts in tow to keep Marge enlarged.


Stopping first at the most rural of the three major islands, Lopez. A little bit of trivia: Washington State Ferries operates the largest ferry fleet in the United States. 21 ferries cross Puget Sound and its inland waterways, carrying over 23 million passengers. From Tacoma, Washington, to Sidney, British Columbia, we travel up and down the Sound, acting as a marine highway for commercial users, tourists and daily commuters alike.




After lunch, a belly shot and a bucking doe ride in the largest village on Orcas, Eastsound, we spent some time exploring.











Will was chased by some natives (practice for the future) and we took in the local museum but ditched the tour guide after taking 35 minutes to tour one room of the 6 room establishment.








We then drove to the top of Mount Constitution, the highest point in the Islands and arguably the best view in Puget Sound.








When it's sunny. Saturday wasn't. After exploring the peak, we had to hustle back to the ferry for the trip home. Rain on the ride back meant that Mary played her first game of euchre.











And once back at the homestead, it was time for some R&R. Will and his new best pals, Toby and Matilda, took in a great flick, The Wild and Wonderful Whites of West Virginia.






It was a great trip to see great friends. Thanks, James and Mary, for being such gracious hosts! We owe you one...

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Supersonic Seattle

Hard to believe a week ago we were enjoying the sights of the Pacific Northwest with friends James and Mary!







We arrived Thursday morning, James and Mary picked us up at the airport and we were promptly whisked away to view Seattle sites, including Pike Place Market, some public art, the Olympic Sculpture Park and the illusive Soundgarden, for which the Seattle band was named.



The latter destination was quite a mystery to find. Because it is on National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration property, you have to actually drive through a security gate installed after 9/11. Not to worry though, we passed inspection and hiked out to the moaning metal pipes. It was a 3 minute thrill, but now we can say we've been there.





Before heading to Fremont neighborhood's Mexican eatery, El Camino, for some Cinco de Mayo libations, we met up with The Troll. Scary.







James had to work on Friday so Mary treated us to a Seattle Duck Boat Tour. Louie was our captain. He was a total putz. But we did see more of the city, and yes, did drive directly into Lake Union for a spin past the Sleepless in Seattle house.


It was a tad nipply but after the spring we've had in Milford, we were wise to the weather and foiled Mother Nature by packing our cold-climate gear.





After the tour we went back to Pike Place for chowder, giant cookies and coffee.









Mary snapped some shots of us holding the Milford Times by infamous brass pig Rachel. I submitted to the paper one and am hoping our small town weekly runs it in their "Where the Times went" community section feature. Be nice for the baby book.

Thrillingly, Will found a fellow Lions fan. Granted, he was strumming a jaw harp and probably got the coat from the homeless shelter, but it was a taste of Detroit in a place far far away.




James joined us for a Friday afternoon visit to the Experience Music Project museum, where were took in a special Nirvana exhibit (so nostalgic) and Mary and I jammed in the Sound Lab.


And that evening, we went to an amazing Japanese restaurant, where I ate well, but drooled over Seattle's most delectable looking sashimi.





Stay tuned for tomorrow's post... The San Juan island excursion...

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Baring it all

So this is what the beastly belly looks like sans clothing. What do you think the Kroger cashier would have to say about that?!

Friday, May 13, 2011

Looking "wide"

Today was a doozy of a peanut-gallery/public comment day. I blame the shirt.

So I got this garment at Salvation Army for $2.50. I really don't like the standard maternity-wear shirt: empire waist with copious swaths of fabric below the belt. Not exactly slimming. So, as you can imagine, this bad boy is not my favorite. But, it was super cheap and just what today's 85 degree weather called for.

Good thing I woke up on the right side of the bed today.

During an 8:05 a.m. stop at the printer, I was treated to a "Whoa! . . . You look preggos!"

At an 11:07 a.m. coffee warm-up, I endured a "HOW far along are you?" followed by a "You sure it's not twins?" (No joking implied.)

A 4:20 p.m. bathroom break convo brought forth a "Oh my goodness, you look big!"

But my favorite was my 1:15 p.m. dalliance with a Kroger cashier.
(Players: Kroger Cashier "KC" and Enlarged Marge "EM")

KC: "So you're havin' a boy, hey?"
EM: "Mmmm, pardon?"
KC: "Boy." (said while neanderthalescly pointing at my belly)
EM: "Nope. Girl."
KC: "Mmmm? Nooooo." (said incredulously)
EM: "Yep. Why?"
KC: "Well you're just too wide for a girl." (gesturing back and forth across my abdomen)
EM: "Well fuck you." (Don't have a heart attack, mom. I didn't really say that. But I did think it.)
EM Real Answer: "Thanks." (accepted receipt and left)

I might shelve this shirt/tent for a few weeks. Or until I need a good laugh.