Healthy as a horse

Where did THAT expression come from? What about unhealthy horses?

Anyway… I had my annual health risk assessment at work today. They’ve been doing it every year since I’ve been with INHS, but this year there’s actually a financial incentive for participating and scoring well on the various “risk factors.” I was a *little* worried this year about my results. One of the risk factors is body fat percentage – clearly that one is a little out of whack for me, and I’ve noted that at the Dr.’s office my blood pressure has been a little higher than normal. So I had to have Dr. H fill out this little form and fax it in saying that I’m a perfectly healthy pregnant girl. I went ahead and did the onsite assessment too, just out of curiosity. To my surprise I still passed everything (except BF, which they didn’t bother measuring) with flying colors. My B/P was 118/62, and my blood glucose was 74!!! Sweet!! That makes me a lot less nervous about next week’s glucose tolerance test. My total cholesterol was 234, which for a non-pregnant person is borderline high. However, pregnancy makes your cholesterol go all crazy (who knew??) and since my HDL was 63 they wouldn’t have counted that as a risk factor anyway. The other risk factor is tobacco use, so that was a no brainer. So I am in good shape, yay!

Aside from that… my energy level has plummetted. By the end of a 9 hour day just sitting around at my desk I am thoroughly exhausted. And forget about doing anything at the end of the day, like shopping. Yesterday I had to go on an emergency hunt for pants after work and by the time I finally made a purchase at the 4^th store I visited I wanted to put my head down on the credit card machine and take a nap. So no more of that. Straight home to do yoga or straight to the gym from now on! The good news is that I seem to be sleeping better at night. We’ll see how long that lasts.

Last night when I was getting ready for bed I stood in front of the mirror for a long time putting lotion on my ginormous belly and staring at myself in shock and awe from all different angles. Thankfully I still do not have any stretch marks (knock on wood), but I still have 3 MONTHS TO GO! How is that even possible?!? Another thing that is so shocking is the force with which this child can press on the inside of my uterus. Not a lot of sudden kicks, but a lot of slow pushing and stretching. He’ll like push his foot (or something, I still can’t really tell for sure) out as hard as he can and then drag it from one side to the other. Pregnancy is so weird!! And cool. I feel so lucky and blessed to be able to experience all of this, I really do. Sometimes I feel bad that Eric doesn’t get to feel what I feel, but you know, he says he’s not jealous at all :) Men are funny like that.