One of the joys of pregnancy is having your blood drawn. Golly, that's just one of my favorite things. At my very first OB visit they took five vials and I just wanted to cry. The lab tech informed my husband that it was so very horribly painful and he had sure better take me out for dinner that day.
They discovered at that drawing that my blood is Rh Negative. I don't really know what all that means other than the fact that I had to get a protective antibody injection. Yay me!
Those folks who need this shot are supposed to get it at 28 weeks...
31 is close to 28, right?
Due to our recent floor refinishing, paperwork and other random important documents got rather misplaced.
This past weekend, while finishing up the cleaning and reorganizing, I discovered that I forgot about the needed shot.
Fridays being one of the only days of the week we have available for running outside errands, today I was taken to the med center. Frankly, I don't quite understand why they weren't able to just give me the shot at my OB's office, but that was the case.
More blood was drawn. And then the shot.
She said she'd never heard that it was all that bad.
She said I'd just feel the poke.
I felt the poke all right, and then the stabbing pain as the medicine went in. Now I'm feeling the ache in my tush as I sit on the couch. Perhaps I need to get a little ice pack to sit on.
As I left she said, "Well, that's nothing compared to labor!"
Thanks for the encouragement, lady. I'm trying to put off thinking about the labor part for as long as possible!