Crazy Daizy

I went to the hospital Friday for another NST, the nurse seemed pretty confident that I would be back this weekend or early in the coming week to have this baby.  Around midnight Friday night I started having some serious contractions, I couldn’t get comfortable, I couldn’t walk, my back was killing me.  Hubby timed them and they were 2 to 3 minutes apart lasting a minute a piece.  We loaded up and went to the hospital, confident that our baby was on her way.  Nope, I was sent home and told that when my contractions were worse or my water broke to come back.  Well, with Monkey I was in labor a long time before my water broke.  Anyway, I have an appointment tomorrow.  Apparently my glucose test came back elevated so I was told to prepare for a long visit to do the three hour test.  They checked my blood sugar at the hospital Friday and it was fine.  Come on, I will be 38 weeks tomorrow and by the time I have another appointment to get the results from the three hour test I will be 39 weeks.  Are they going to put me on a special diet for a week?  So I have prepared a speech to give to my provider: “I can’t eat.  I haven’t been able to eat more than a few bites of anything in weeks.  I can’t sleep because I can’t get comfortable.  My pelvis hurts all the time and it hurts to walk.  I have to sit on the floor on my hands and knees just to get in some sort of comfortable position because my lower back hurts like you would not believe and please don’t tell me to take a warm bath, it doesn’t help.  And apparently my sugar is an issue, instead of enduring a three hour glucose test can’t we just move this along?  I am considered full term.”  She probably won’t agree with me, but I figure it’s worth a shot.  Maybe if I cry a little it will help.