36 weeks..oh what a week.

My belly at 36 weeks:)

Well, this has definetly been a week that I dont want to relive anytime soon.

It started a week ago, last wed, when I got a call from my doctors office that I need to come in. To back track, the week before that, I got sent to the lab to do the 3 hour gestational diabetes test because i kept spilling sugars into my urine. So away I went for the worst experience ever. First of all having the heat set to 24 degrees inside a lab when the sun is beaming outside, is just cruel to a pregnant woman. And than having your blood taken 4 times in 3 hours is another not nice thing! So last wed I went to the doctors to be told what I expected that i failed. So the journey began of having the lovely joy of poking myself 7 times a day and going on a strict diet!booo!!

Well, that same night I got a phone call from my mom about 8:30ish. My grandpa has been in a rehabilitation/palative care place for a couple weeks to do a stroke and an angina attack. Up until a week ago though, there was still hope that he would rehabilitate and go on to live another year even. Just before Easter me and my mom poped up to the hospital to see him, and he said to me, I can't believe it, I am going to be a great grandfather...I had to fight tears in my eyes, but felt so happy to know how proud of this he was...it was such a blessing and special time.

Well, last wed night, my mom called to say that they had just been in visiting grandpa around 6ish, and the nurses called my dad and mom back to the place as he had a pulminary embalism(sp), it wasn't good. So I told my mom to call me once they got there and give me her opinion. She called back and said there was no pressure to come as it was in Abby, and pouring rain outside but it was mine and David's decions. I said with out question, will we come. I am so glad we did. We got there about 10:30pm, and I walked i nthe room and had to walk right back out as my eyes filled with tears....it hit me right than and there. My grandfather was not going to live to see my baby...my heart broke. I had my cry and pulled myself together and went back in teh room, and just held his hand. He was in an agitated state, in a fetal position, but he just looked at me and kept squeezing my hand. About a half an hour later the nurse came in and gave him another dose of morphin, to which he turned to laying on his back and just breathing. His hand wasn't clenching mine anymore, and his arms were getting colder...All my family was together in that room, we prayed for him, said our goodbyes, and than left at about 11;30pm. We wanted to give my dad and his sister some time alone with their dad. We didn't even make it back into CHilliwack before my cell phone rang..grandpa had gone home to be with Jesus. It was like he waited till we left, and than went home. I am so thankful for how peaceful he went, and quickly, that he didn't suffer. My heart is still so sad for the event he won't be in body for, but I trust God's plan. Tomorrow is the funeral so keeep us in mind as we say goodbye:)

So my update for today is that i went to the doctors, to see if I was going to have to go on insulin for the remander of my pregnancy, and I don't, praise the lord:) I just have to continue to monitor my diet and sugar levels. I also got them to do a quick check..and I am dialated 1cm! I know, i know, that I can sit like this and still go over due, but today for a moment i want to be excited that something is started, I have never had a dialated cervix before so no one steal my thunder;)*grin*