Let's just get the weight thing out of the way (weigh?): I was at 221.8 this morning, after being at 219.6 Saturday. The reason for the jump? I was in the hospital yesterday, being pumped full of fluids!

Oh yes indeed, after being almost sure that staying at church yesterday morning would equal a Taryl on the floor, I had my husband take me home in the middle of service. I was dizzy, breaking out in cold sweats, couldn't catch my breath even though I was sitting and barely moving, and yet my heart rate was very low. This has happened before when I try to sing hymns, the combo of standing AND singing generally commands more air than I can get at this point in the pregnancy, but this is the first time it wouldn't go away. So at home I gave the OB triage nurse a call and she told me to come in.

Cue monitoring!

I got in around 11:30, if I recall, and couldn't leave until 4:00. My poor kids were good the whole time despite being late for their nap. Basically they took a strip on the baby, who was moving a shocking amount, and on me, who was moving less but in essentially perfect metabolic health. Heart rate was 60-63 BPM on average, blood pressure was 114/75, no signs of a UTI, ketones, etc etc. The ONLY thing that was off was my blood sugar, which was at something like 72, on the fairly low side of normal. I had eaten breakfast that morning, so the nurses advised me that the awful symptoms I was feeling could very well be a hypoglycemic response, and thus i had to be fairly strict about eating every two hours. I was also so dehydrated (despite drinking water) that it took three tries to get the IV into me for fluids and two tries for a blood draw. I felt like a pincushion, and the entire thing was extremely unpleasant. But after two bags of IV fluids I was indeed feeling much better. So the lesson for the day, apparently, is that church does a number on my eating schedule AND I drink less water there than at home!

My health is good, the baby is fine, and the scale is showing some water retention and poor eating choices from the evening (after a healthy dinner I ended up mindlessly munching on a bunch of junk, somewhat out of stress/exhaustion). I was mad at myself for eating without being very hungry and not controlling my intake better, but today is another day and I am committed to eating as on plan as ever. The stress and pain of yesterday is behind me, today is a GOOD day, and the scale? It'll take care of itself.

As for me, I have some water and protein to snarf, so I'm on my way :)

I am glad it was nothing more serious, but I hope this doesn't mean my blood sugar isn't regulating well. I still havent heard back on my glucose tests so I will assume no news is good news, but I need to give them a call and schedule an appointment to update them on what happened yesterday.