No scene here...nothing to see...keep on movin'

On Thursday my emotional state (i.e. pregnancy) reached an all time high (all time high for me, give me a week and I'm sure I'll top it). The reason for this "hysteria," if you so wish to refer to it as such, was a normal doctor's visit...with slightly different results from what I expected. Thursday was my glucose (gestational diabetes test). Nothing much to say about that except for the fact that I had to swallow a surgery sweet substance that tasted like tangy fanta with a hint of seltzer water...no problem there...I've had worse (results for that test don't come back until next week).
During my hour wait at the doctors office, before they took my blood, I had just a normal check up with the doctor. Now, something that I have failed to mention on my blog but has been an ongoing theme with my pregnancy is my lack of feeling movement. Whenever I am asked at my appointments whether I feel her I usually give a standard answer of, "sure, not a whole lot, but I feel her in the evenings." I had decided that this was a perfectly acceptable answer that was no cause for worry or concern...my doctor felt slightly differently. She informed me on Thursday that she wanted me to head over to the hospital, where I am scheduled to give birth, for a "non-stress test". She was very clear that this was completely precautionary and that it's better to air on the side of caution, but just the idea that there could be some kind of complication brought immediate tears to my eyes.
So, there I was, crying in the doctor's office filled with a bunch of other pregnant ladies watching me cry, holding onto their stomach region a little bit tighter and looking at me with utter pity. I felt utterly pathetic (AND this is the ONE time that I insisted to Dereje that he didn't need to come with me...I told him it was going to be completely boring and that I was just going to be waiting around for a while - total rookie mistake - from now on he insists that he will be at my side for every appointment)!
I rounded up my peeps (Dereje and my Mom) to head over to the hospital for a non-stress test" which was totally stressful for me, but ended up being just fine. Hooked up to the machine we were able to see that "Little Baby Brockhagen" not only moves regularly, but was also deemed by the nurses to be a "wiggle worm." Awesome. She's a "wiggle worm" and I am just completely defunct when it comes to feeling her. Seriously, the entire test the nurses were standing over me watching her move on the monitor and simultaneously squealing with glee "do you feel that," "that was a really big one"...each time I would reply with a smile and say, "nope I don't feel it, but I'm perfectly comfortable with the problem being with me, not with her." What are the odds that I'll have the same experience when it comes to labor? That's what I thought.
Anywho, to top off the entire extravaganza we went into the doctor's office this morning for an ultrasound just to confirm that her growth is on par, and that she is the cutest baby that there ever was (what? That's not a medical consideration? hmmph, it's pretty important to me). So, she is perfect in every way (according to all the tests that she has been through in the last couple days) and there seems to be a consensus to the fact that the "feeling of non-movement" is completely my issue...which is just fine with me! She also appears to me to be the cutest baby that there ever was - just the diagnosis I was hoping for!