That seems to be what my last couple of weeks have been focused on. I can't get a good deep breath! Darn asthma. It barely bothers me my whole life and is what I'd consider very mild - and mostly triggered by allergies to animals or a change in the weather and now pregnancy.
I've been taking my puffer like you wouldn't believe. Last night I had the office over for a potluck and I wheezed the entire night and sounded like a winded old lady. I couldn't seem to find enough breath to speak. While I'm still able to go about my day, I am starting to worry about how I'll feel in 4 weeks or 8 weeks. I really only have a little over 3 months left to go.
3 months. This pregnancy while at first seemed to start off so slow is now powering through. The weeks seem to be going by quicker and quicker.
I just had the glucose test for gestational diabetes and let me tell you that was so-not fun. You arrive and they have you chug down this orange drink that tastes like the old-school McDonald's orange drink and is it ever sweet. You wait in the room for an hour and then they take your blood.
I got through the drink, which wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be and then about 15 minutes later I started to shake and feel queasy and dizzy. The room started to spin and I was either going to throw-up or pass out. It seems I chose the latter. Before I knew what was happening I was lying down in a back room trying to regroup. The technician was very nice and told me this is why they have you stick around for the hour because this has been known to happen and I must not eat a lot of sweets (too true, I'm a salty-girl all the way).
For now I think the majority of my preggers tests are done...and hopefully it's smooth sailing the rest of the way (of course provided that my lungs get enough air!)
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