Well, I survived it. And, truth be told, it wasn’t as terrible as I had feared. I was dreading having to drink a flat orange soda and was pleasantly surprised with something akin to fruit punch concentrate, instead. (Apparently my doctor’s office just received a shipment of the fruit punch flavor, so I was lucky enough to be one of the first guinea pigs!)
We also pre-registered at the hospital today, so I won’t have to go through that ordeal when I’m already in labor and can’t think straight. Not that I can think straight now, mind you. The woman asked when my due date was and I almost gave her my birthdate. I’m (usually) quite intelligent, so these lapses in my ability to communicate are just maddening!
But the baby is fine, I’m growing just fine, and my doctor warned me the baby’s kicks are just going to get stronger. He also reminded me that I’m lucky he hasn’t quite discovered my ribs yet, but that’s soon to come, I’m sure.