Prick Prick Prick

I hate needles. Not so much the pain of the needle going into my skin (that’s no biggie), but rather the thought of the needle piercing through my vein and sucking out the blood. I literally have to self inflict pain on another part of my body to distract myself while it’s happening. As if pregnancy didn’t already come with enough uncomfortable moments, you get sent constantly to the lab to get blood drawn (and it’s not like the labs are calming places…more equivalent to jail cells I’d say). I was particularly NOT looking forward to today’s visit, so I had been putting it off for a loooong time. Not only do you have to get pricked, but an hour prior to the bloodsucking you have to force down a bottle full of orange sugary nastiness and endure the stomach pains that ensue. And now I just pray that the results for gestational diabetes come back negative so I don’t get shipped off to the lab for another fun round.

And now that I am in my third trimester, I get to look forward to all sorts of fun (according to my weekly baby updates from babycenter.com). Welcome heartburn, constipation, hemorrhoids, dizziness, trouble sleeping, back pains and contractions…oh, and another 11 pounds tacked on to my arse. I suppose it’s all worth it for that precious little bundle that’ll arrive in a couple of months. I’ll just keep staring at these ridiculously cute shoes and adorable dress

…I feel better already J