33 Weeks and Great O.B. Appointment

I actually had a good O.B. appointment!!  You could knock me over with a feather.  I’d come to expect the worst from every appointment that having things go well never even crossed my mind after the last few weeks.  First was the NST and he passed it with flying colors.  Okay, maybe it wasn’t with flying colors, but he passed and that’s the thing that really matters here.  Next was the actual appointment where my blood pressure was the lowest it’s ever been (110/62), there was only trace amounts of protein in my urine and everything looks really good.  Even my blood sugar seems to be evening out.  Just an all around good day.  Of course I’m taking nothing at all for granted and I realize that at tomorrow’s appointment  it could all go to hell in a hand basket.  But for today I’m going to be confident that this pregnancy could actually go all the way to 39 weeks.  I’m really not sure, though, that my belly can take it.

After such a good report yesterday, we went out to celebrate.  Nothing too big, I am still on modified bed rest afterall.  We took Jacob to the mall for pretzel dogs from Auntie Anne’s.  They are one of his favorite “junk foods” and frankly the air conditioning felt good and nobody felt like cooking in the heat last night.  Walking around felt pretty good once we found a nice slow pace that worked for me.  I broke the G.D. rules and had a pretzel and a Coke for dinner (it was delicious and worth every extra carb.)  The exercise seemed to help, though, b/c my blood sugar was still really good when I checked it.  It was like a charmed day yesterday…LOL  We also went to Target to look for some nightgowns that I could wear in the hospital as I don’t think my c-section scar is going to go well with pajama elastic.  Maternity and/or nursing gowns are so expensive for something that you only wear for a short time relatively speaking.  I found a couple of cute gowns that could easily be pulled down for nursing and they weren’t expensive at all.  I also found a really adorable maternity dress that was more expensive and we’re going to get next week.  YAY!!  I’ve come to love the concept of the “maxi dress”.  They are very comfortable and they are very cute; if you like the whole someone put a beach ball under my dress look, which I happen to adore…LOL  We also bought a starter package of baby bottles yesterday.  New bottles for us.  They are called Breastflow and they are very different from regular bottles, or so they say.  They are supposed to be very much like breast-feeding so that they won’t cause nipple confusion.  The baby has to not only suck on the bottle, but compress it as well in order to get any milk.  I know that my mother is going to want to be able to feed the baby and Jacob  has been talking about feeding him from the beginning so I thought that once we’ve got nursing well established (after the first three or four weeks) I can put pumped milk in bottles for them to feed Connor.

On a more fibery note:  I am almost done with the second of the diagonal lace socks.  Two pair down, two to go.  I don’t think that I’ll get four pair done before the big day, but three is a possibility.  I also got the spinning wheel out for the first time since we got back from Arizona.  I’ve been using the spindles to spin a bit, but my arms tire so easily these days.  I’m spinning the pound of karaoke fiber that I have in the playful colorway.  I’m spinning it as thin as I can, which turns out to be pretty thin.  For the first time I’m using the smallest whorl on the wheel and I’m not having the trouble with it that I was when I first tried it.  I really haven’t spent the time playing with/learning how to use the wheel that I should have.  I’ve read the books, I know the different drafting techniques but I’ve never really tried mastering them.  I have more fiber than I know what to do with and I tend to hoard it.  OMG, I’m a hoarder…LOL!!  I’m going to keep working on improving my spinning technique; oddly, while I do well with the finer yarns, I have trouble with maintaining consistency when I try to do anything thicker.  I’m hoping to buy and dye the fiber to spin for a Lady Eleanor Stole eventually.  I’ve wanted to make it for a while but haven’t found yarn in my price range that I love enough to make the effort.  We shall see.  Let’s get some smaller projects done first…:)

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32 Week Thursday O.B. Appt.

I figure Week number change which is Tuesday (and always an appt. day) and then Week number with Thursday’s Appt. are the best ways to name these posts and keep everyone up to date re: the progress of this never-ending ordeal.  It’s such an irony, though, b/c the end result is SO very worth it.

So had three appointments yesterday: Dr. A is my perinatologist and he deals with the G.D. aspect of things.  He was happier with my blood sugar numbers.  They are still too high, but now that I’m eating at the times he wants me to eat at (most of the time) they aren’t all over the place anymore.  So we upped my insulin doses and added an extra dose at lunchtime; I’m up to 4 blood sugar checks and 4 insulin pokes a day now.  When I was first told I was going to have to take insulin shots, and in my belly no less, I was really freaked out.  I thought there was no way in the world I was going to be able to stick a needle in my belly and that I was going to have to get TJ to do it for me.  In the end, though, they made me do it at the doctor’s office the first time and I discovered not only wasn’t it as bad as I thought, but you almost can’t even feel it.  So other than the inconvenience of having to eat at specific times and often not getting to eat with my family b/c they are eating way too early or too late for my schedule, the insulin thing isn’t too bad at all.  When I told TJ that I didn’t mind giving myself the shots and that there was actually some twisted part of me that kind of enjoyed it, he looked at me like I was the looniest loon of them all then shrugged and said that I’ve always been kind of morbid anyway…LOL

Appointment #2 was the non-stress test.  That one was 4 hours after appt. #1 so was kind of putzed around the hospital; went for lunch in the yummy cafeteria there (I honestly and truly could eat there every day.  The food is amazing!)  We had lunch and I was actually good; rather than going for the burger and fries that I really wanted I had veggie soup and a salad.  It was good and filling and the carb. count was low.  After eating, though, I got really sharp pains in my upper abdomen.  The kind that bring tears to your eyes.  It didn’t seem to have anything to do with the pregnancy, just belly pain.  UGH.  I ended up laying down on the bench seat in the cafeteria while TJ worked on his presentation for the PTO thing at Jake’s school last night.  Felt better when I woke up (yes, I actually dozed off for a half hour or so – I’m 8 months pregnant what do you want from me…LOL) but the pain was still there just less intense.  Off to the NST.  They settled me into the recliner and put my feet up, gave me the buzzer to mark when Connor kicked and left us alone for a half hour.  Connor was moving great; it seemed like I was constantly pushing the button to mark motion.  Unfortunately yet again he didn’t react the way they wanted him to and we had another failed non-stress.  This is not a good thing.

On to appt. #3.  Dr.s G and H are the only two doctors that I’m seeing in the practice now.  Linda, the midwife I was originally seeing; she handled my pregnancy with Jacob, told me that she felt that with the problems I was having she was out of her depth at this point and she would feel better if I stuck with the doctors.  I appreciated the honesty but will miss seeing her every few weeks.  I really like her so much!!  So yesterday was Dr. G.  He told me there was protein in my urine again, my B.P. was up (144/88) and that they baby failed the NST.  I hit the bad prenatal appt. trifecta ladies and gentlemen.  For a brief moment I had pictures of a hospital room with my name on it, but nope.  We had another Biophysical ultrasound and everything looked pretty good there.  They look for 4 things and score 2 pts. for each thing that he does or that is good.  Connor did everything they wanted to see except for the practice breathing (which he did do earlier in the week at the u/s).  The ultrasound tech said that it wasn’t completely uncommon in babies at 32 weeks not to see it, that they do the breathing thing more and more often the farther along in gestation they are.  Dr. G didn’t seem concerned since that was the only thing he didn’t do.  His movements were good, plenty of amniotic fluid, and he had good muscle tone so I guess I’m happy.  Two more appts. with O.B. next week, two more NSTs and another appt. with Dr. A re: possibly upping insulin again depending on how my numbers look for the rest of this week.  It’s become a habit for us now that on Tuesdays and Thursdays we will accomplish nothing.  Not that I’m getting a ton done on the moderated bed rest anyway.

The doctors all seem to be pretty confident that the baby is doing well and that I’m okay.  So why am I freaking out constantly?  The five days between my Thurs. and Tues. appts. seem so long to me.  I worry almost constantly that something will happen to the baby in that time.  It’s kind of torturous, but I know I’m doing it to myself.  Being in bed most of the time gives me WAY too much time to think, I think.  Just hearing the wrong thing can send me into a tail spin of paranoia that’s so hard to get out of.  We heard the song “Don’t Take the Girl” in the car the other day and it runs through my head constantly now.  That’s not so uncommon with me and songs but with this one, I’m now terrified that something is going to happen to me during the c-section.  I’m terrified of the surgery (and I was so blase about choosing it in the beginning of this pregnancy) and what could happen.  The thought of leaving Jake behind and motherless breaks my heart over and over again every day.  I realize I’d be leaving Connor motherless too, but he wouldn’t know the difference like Jake would.  I feel like Jake has gotten the raw end of the deal over and over again in the pregnancy and he’s been so wonderful about my time in bed and all the sleep I’m getting b/c of the B.P. meds and just being this pregnant (I swear I sleep 15 hours a day sometimes or else I can’t fall asleep at night to save my life and then I can’t keep my eyes open during the day).  He has been so understanding and so supportive and he’s only 5.  I know that he doesn’t really understand what’s going on and he hears bits and pieces of conversations between me and my mother or TJ and his mom or dad.  This has to be so much more frightening for him than he lets on.  Another reason to feel guilty.  I feel like I’m failing Jake in a million little ways lately; that he deserves so much better than I’ve given him.  He already spent the first year and a half of his life being deprived of a real mother b/c of my back problems and the constant high doses of narcotic pain killers I was on and it’s taken a long time for him to feel secure in his place in this family and I feel like I’m depriving him all over again.  The kid is my world and I don’t feel like I deserve him some days.  I’ve decided that I’m breaking bed rest this weekend and taking him to the library.  I figure other than the drive there I’m not really doing anything wrong.  I’ll wear my comfy clothes and all I’ll really do is sit in the chairs by the window and read or knit while I watch him play.  Maybe I’ll even read him a book or two – gasp.  Really not that different from being at home on the couch with him, IMO.  Of course it will all be dependant on my B.P. being good (It was really good this morning:  125/60) and my lack of contractions or other obvious problems.  I think it will be good for him to have a day out with Mommy.

Have a great weekend everyone.  Will try to be back later today or tomorrow with an actual fiber related post.  I’ve been both knitting and spinning this week – big shocker, I know…:)

Along with the pouring rain comes sleet and hail or 31 Weeks Pregnant

We’ve made it to 31 weeks…YAY!!!  Major milestone considering that 4 or 5 days ago I was convinced that this baby was coming in the next few days ready or not… They had already warned me about not eating too much breakfast on any given day that I felt “lousy” when waking up and had given my the 2 day/2 dose betamethasone shot to get Connor’s lungs matured faster than nature might intend.  I spent the entire weekend hooked up to belts and monitors at the Labor and Delivery Triage while they poked and prodded and took blood and urine and tried to determine if I was going to go home, stay there for monitoring or go straight to O.R. (do not pass go, do not collect your baby until weeks of NICU).  In the end I got to go home but with a prescription for Ambien and strict instructions to take it up to twice a day if that’s what it took to keep my happy ass in bed where it belongs.  So home I went and I did take the Ambien twice, but only on the first day and only b/c I was exhausted and the thought of uninterrupted sleep was like a little bit of manna from the Gods above.  I slept for 4 hours uninterrupted that afternoon (man did I have to pee when I woke up, though)

This week has been all about going to the doctor, the dietician, the perinatologist and anyone else that feels like looking at, poking or prodding me.  I’ve had non-stress tests, 24 hour urine tests, liver enzyme and kidney function tests and that’s just the ones I can think of off the top of my head.  My blood sugar (even with the upped insulin) is still up and down, but we think that it has to do with the fact that I’m not eating on a regimented enough schedule, so for the next week I have to eat breakfast at 7:30, snack by 9:30, lunch between 11am and noon, snack by 2-3pm, dinner around 6 ish and a bedtime snack around 9 to 10 pm.  In theory this will bring my sugar to a predictable level.  It may be a predictable high level still, but at least then we’ll know that I need more insulin rather than wondering if it’s the fact that I skipped this meal or that snack that are causing my numbers to go all over the place.  YAY!  My blood pressure is also all over the place.  Just today I had a 138/77 at one doctor’s office and 20 minutes (and no stress or activity) later it was 147/90 at the other doctor’s office.  I come home and take the Labetalol that they prescribed for this problem and it makes me pressure spike even more 147/88; okay, I guess not more exactly, but this med is supposed to LOWER my pressure not keep it the same and make the headaches worse.  ARGH!!!

We did have an ultra-sound today, so I got to see the little bub.  At 31 weeks, my little piggy weighs 4lbs 11oz.  That’s almost 5 lbs.  What the hell is he going to weight at 36 weeks or God help me 39 weeks.  Thank the Lord above for c-sections!!!  Everything with him looks good.  He beat the hell out of me for the whole ultra-sound, which they tell me is a good thing.  He’s a strong little boy and I’m grateful for that!!  Keep it up Connor, Mommy knows you can do it!!!

I’m still on bed rest which makes for all sorts of strange things.  I’m playing a lot of friend catch up on Facebook and it’s so funny the people who you hadn’t thought of in years, or the people from your past that you hated or that hated you that step up and are really supportive and there for you when you are in crisis.  It proves that people really do grow and change after high-school and that, unfortunately there are some people who you always thought would be there for you for your whole life, no matter what, no matter how far away you were, no matter where life took you…you know, the kind of people who you were such a part of and were such a part of you that people thought of you as one person for most of your formative years; people you thought of beyond the meager bonds of friendship and into family that just don’t seem to give a flying…well, you get the picture.  I have a friend like that and I’m not sure what I did to make her have such antipathy for me and for the situation I’m in.  It would have gone such a long way to hear any small words of encouragement from her re: this situation; just to have her ear for an hour the way I used to so I could babble or we could talk about the old days or anything to keep my mind off the horror that is bed-rest etc.  She seems to have decided that I’m not worthy of being a part of her life anymore and I have to accept that.  I don’t hold it against her, of course, I wish her all the happiness in the world; if anyone deserves it it’s her and the wonderful man she married (who I don’t get to hear from anymore either, but that, I guess is to be expected).  I hope they live the rest of their lives in unmitigated bliss having everything they want and all the joy they can take from it.  I just hope she thinks of what we had on occasion and maybe misses me a little bit.  I will always miss her.

I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about the past while stuck in this bed.  Little OCD fits, I call them.  Sometimes I miss being in high school.  Things were much simpler then.  Fun didn’t have as many consequences and you had everything to look forward to.  Some of my new FB friends are making me think more and more about that past and just how very long ago it was.  Do you ever wonder if there was any way to get some of that back?  Of course then the rational part kicks back in and realizes that the life we all have as adults is so much more rewarding than being 16 or 17 again could ever be, but as John Travolta and Olivia Newton John put it best: “Oh, those Summer nights….”  I leave you with that thought for tonight.  Ponder it well and think about what you miss and what you would love to go back to for just one night…I know what my choice would be, no competition!

quick GD update

I finally got my glucose meter and am testing 4x a day at this point. It feels like the only things I do these days are count carbs., check blood sugar and try to tweak things so that my numbers will be in the desired range. We started out with no insulin, hoping that we would be able to control sugar numbers by controlling diet and exercise. Exercise, unfortunately, is a little bit difficult since I start having contractions and/or cramping if I’m too active. Diet is easier in theory, but I’m still having trouble with it. I’m doing the very best that I can, though. The good news for me is that number of carbs is what I look at, not specific foods. So if I want to have a half a can of soda, I can, but it counts as one of my snacks for the day. It’s all a numbers game in the end. I’m pretty sure, after two days of testing, that I’m going to end up having to take some insulin, even if it’s just a small dose. My fasting blood sugar is higher than they’d like it to be and there’s nothing I can do about that; there is no adjusting carbs for a fasting reading. I’m not that far above the max for fasting numbers, but still high. I meet with the dietitian again in a week and a half to reevaluate my numbers and what we need to do about them.
This whole experience has been pretty disheartening for me, but I have to keep soldiering on and doing what’s best for Connor. Sometimes it just all seems so fruitless since no matter what I do/eat/try it seems like my numbers are too high. ARGH!!!

Can’t sleep…

It’s 3:30 in the morning and I can’t sleep. Sometimes pregnancy is just no fun. So I’m watching TV which I don’t do as often as I’d like to anymore and I can’t stop thinking about the socks I’m knitting right now. I’m working on the Tresse pattern and while I like the cable and I love the color (Hot Flash, which is a combination of shades of pink ranging from the lightest pastel to the brightest fuchsia), I’m not really too sure about the yarn. I’ve heard nothing but great things about Socks that Rock and I have this skein of it, which is the medium weight, and another in the lightweight. It’s very easy to work with and very smooth, but I don’t think I’m loving it as much as I thought I would. The Monkeys that I made were made with Monkey Toes by Crazy Monkey Creations and it was a 100% merino yarn and therefore fuzzy; the other socks I have on the needles right now are BFL Sock by Fleece Artist and they are also fuzzy and super soft. I think that I prefer working with the fuzzier yarns. Interesting to me to realize this b/c I really thought I would prefer the tightly wound, smooth yarn. I guess I’ll have to see how I feel about the other skein of STR; maybe it’s the pattern in the end. It’s a lot of stockinette with a 14 st. cable chart thrown in. It’s simple but very pretty. I like the cable a lot and I don’t even mind the tedium of knitting round after round of mostly knit stitches – great TV socks. I don’t know why this is plaguing my mind so badly.
Tomorrow is my first appointment with the perinatologist and while I’m anxious to hear what he has to say and to find out more about the gestational diabetes and how we’re going to deal with it, I’m also really nervous about the appointment for some reason. I feel like I’ve done something wrong by having this condition and that it’s somehow my fault. I’ve been trying really hard to cut sugar out over the past week or so but I’m afraid I’m not doing as well as I’d like in the soda department. The diet soda just isn’t cutting it for me and I was weak today and had two bottle (12 oz.) of Mexican Coke (the kind with Cane sugar instead of corn syrup – yum) today. I stopped eating at 10 pm (actually a little earlier) and am planning to hold off on breakfast until after my morning appointment so that if they check my sugar it will be a fasting number and not effected by what I’ve eaten. I can’t help but wonder if my numbers were so high at the one hour glucose test b/c I had a breakfast with a lot of carbs as well as a Pepsi about two hours before the blood was drawn. We’ll see what tomorrow’s numbers hold. I have the feeling it’s going to be a long time (at least 10 weeks) before I have another Coke or Pepsi. Sigh…

Gestational Diabetes is a Pain in the…

Well, you get the picture.  I still haven’t met with the perinatologist; that is on Thursday morning.  I’m not doing as well as I could in the sugar department but I try to comfort myself with the knowledge that I haven’t been given a diet or really any guidelines yet.  I say try, b/c I know that sugar is the enemy, I’d have to be an idiot not to, and I know there are certain things I shouldn’t eat (not so hard) as well as drink (MUCH harder for me).  I’m actually drinking diet pop today, but I’ve been really bad about that the last week or so.  I’ve cut down the number of regular Coke or Pepsi’s that I’ve consumed, but they are still there.  I even switched the sugar-free kool-aide for regular the other day behind TJ’s back.  Of course I’m a terrible liar and confessed what I had done to him the next day.  He was not amused.  Before anyone jumps all over me, yes, I know that this is important and that this is for my own good as well as Connor’s.  I’m trying, I really am.  Today has been better.  I grabbed a Pepsi without even thinking about it, but only took a few sips before stopping myself and giving it to TJ and switching it for a Diet Coke.  So that’s a good thing.  I think this will be much easier once I have my blood sugar monitor and am able to actually see what’s going on and how the sugar is being processed.  I still think this whole G.D. thing is cruel and unusual punishment, though.

For the last three days I’ve had a new and even more fun (read NOT FUN AT ALL) symptom to contend with.  Blinding headaches coupled with strange visual changes.  It starts with flashing white lights and morphs into a kind of rainbow effect in my peripheral vision.  Then my peripheral vision starts to tunnel until I have almost none left at all.  This all happens in my right eye.  While this is going on on the right side of my head, the left side is getting a headache.  It starts out as a mild throbbing pain right behind my eye and gradually increases until it’s a blinding pain that takes up the left quarter of my head.  It hurts worse than any migraine that I’ve ever had and the sharp pain lasts for hours and even lying perfectly still doesn’t seem to make it stop.  Saw Heather at the Midwives office yesterday and she basically said it was probably my sugar being out of control.  So we’ll see if cutting down all the sugar will help.  So far, not so much.  My blood pressure wasn’t bad so we’re not worrying about preeclampsia  which was my concern initially with the headaches.  I guess we’ll see what happens.  I just want to be completely headache free for a few hours at this point.  Even when it’s bearable, it’s still there.  It’s my constant companion these days.

Other than the two really annoying parts of this, things are still going really well.  Connor kicks all the time which is reassuring to say the least.  He’s rolling around a lot more the last few days as well.  It’s kind of nice knowing that I’m having the c-section and not worrying too much about what position he gets himself stuck in when there is no more room for him to spin and roll around.

On the knitting front.  I’ve finished most of the first of the Tresse socks that I found on Ravelry.  This is the first time I’ve attempted anything at all with a cable and I’m really enjoying both the actual making of it and the way it’s coming out.  It really does look so much more complicated than it is.  I’m spending far less time getting these socks done than I did with the Monkey socks.  I think I’m finally in a groove for sock making where I understand the dynamics of the parts of the sock and that makes for less thinking and more knitting.  Using 2 circular needles rather than trying 4 DPN’s definitely made a huge difference for me.  I’d still like to master working with the DPN’s one day, but not until after the baby is born.  I’m starting to think I might get the four pair of socks I wanted to get done before the baby comes ready in time for my hospital bag.   Of course somewhere in there I must make a few pairs for Connor’s little feet as well; and a pair for Jacob so he doesn’t feel left out.  TJ, of course, could not care less about handmade socks. 🙂

A Post Where I Actually Talk About Knitting

First things first…I finished a PAIR of socks. Sure, I’ve finished a lot of single socks in this lifetime, but Second Sock Syndrome and my own insecurities, obsessions etc. have stopped me from finishing a pair. It’s always been: ‘The first one isn’t quite right’, ‘I’ll just work on something else for a little bit and then start #2′, or something like that. Very self defeating. With the Toe-up Fleece Artist BFL sock pattern I was working on, I actually sat on and broke one of the circular needles I was using and have yet to replace it, so the second sock sits there, barely even a toe yet, waiting. But I persevered and I finished the Monkey socks I started in Feb. Yes, it sadly took me just under two months to finish the pair (I thought socks were quick…LOL) but I don’t have the time to knit that I used to. I barely have time to sit down and catch my breath these days it seems, so if I get three hours of knitting time a week in, I’m lucky. I made myself a goal of getting a pair of socks made for each day I’m in the hospital after my c-section (that’s four pairs total) and I started in Feb. with the Monkeys. Clearly I’m not going to make that goal. I had the Coriolis socks that I started in STR in the Hot Flash colorway (One was completely done and I had very few rounds left on number two) but when I looked at them, they were odd looking. I misplaced one of the cakes of yarn I had made from the skein and thought I had a LOT less than I did, so they were very much anklets only even shorter and I really didn’t like the way they looked. The colorway is so bright and pretty that it seemed a shame to have a pair of socks that I would probably never really want to wear made out of them. I frogged them the other night while watching NCIS Los Angeles and sobbed a little. 🙂 I have the Toe-Up diagonal socks made with the BFL sock yarn from Fleece Artist in the Stone colorway (gorgeous, btw) that is a little over half done; going to order the needles this week and get back to work on number two. I hope to get those done in a few weeks after starting. That would give me two pairs finished. I don’t see two others getting completely done in the time I have left. My section is tentatively scheduled for July 13th or sometime that week anyway. We’ll see what I get done.
My Monkeys, though, are gorgeous; and comfortable! I had planned to wait until the hospital for the first wearing of each pair, but couldn’t wait. I used Monkey Toes yarn from Crazy Monkey Creations in the Mixed Berry colorway (pictures to follow when I get the camera back from a friend who borrowed it to take pics of the kids’ Kindergarten Vocabulary Parade – more on that later). They are bright and kind of crazy colored and I love that about them. I can totally understand now how and why sock knitters get addicted to wearing handknit socks. They fit like nothing I’ve ever worn before. I used to wonder how people could get so involved in knitting socks, but I get it now. I am converted! I don’t see myself ever not having a pair on some needles somewhere no matter what other “big” projects may come and go in the future.

Today was Jacob’s Vocabulary Parade at school. I felt like I had homework last night while TJ and I were working to put together the sandwich board that he was to wear. We started out with the word Shark (the Kindergarten kids had to choose a word that fell within the animal kingdom catagory) which was what I expected from Jacob as he’s shark obsessed. I had pictures of the different sharks we’ve seen at Sea World picked out etc. but at the last minute he decided that “shark” was too basic and he wanted his word to be Megalodon. That complicated my picture plan since the darn thing has been extinct for millions of years. LOL So we printed a drawing that he colored of what they (the great “they” that we always hear/talk about…) think Megalodon looked like and compared its length to a bus (which Jake colored and glued onto the board) and then its width to three African Elephants (also glued and colored by Jake) on the board. We finished it up with a cool 8×10 of Jake standing in the middle of a replica of what an open Megalodon jaw looked like from our last trip to San Diego and he was good to go. Unfortunately, I wasn’t there for the parade – contractions were getting the better of me today along with lack of sleep, hence the loaning of the camera to our friend to take pictures of the kids at the parade. Kindergarten is so much fun. I’m going to miss a lot of these projects next year. I’m sure there will be more fun to come, though.
In Connor news. I took my glucose tolerance test yesterday. That’s always a good time…not! I’ve been pretty much off sweets this whole pregnancy and haven’t gained weight excessively, or at all really, so I was pretty sure that I wasn’t going to be subjected to the horror of the three hour test. I was right. Unfortunately, the reason I’m not taking the three hour test is b/c my sugar level was so high on the one hour there is no need for the three hour. The diagnosis has been made. I have G.D. (Gestation Diabetes). Next step is some more lab work that will determine what my blood sugar has been like over the last three months and then off to a consult with a maternal and fetal medicine doctor for education and a game plan for controlling this for the remainder of the pregnancy. I guess that explains why my belly is so HUGE this time around. I’m trying to stay cool and keep it all in perspective; I know it hasn’t been bad for long b/c I haven’t been spilling sugar in my urine etc. but it’s still a really scary diagnosis. I’m worried about the potential effects on Connor and, to a lesser degree, on myself. I just want this baby to be healthy and happy and to stay in here until he’s ready to be born. Over the last few weeks I’ve been having horrific contractions that have been more painful than any Braxton-Hicks that I’ve ever had before, but they aren’t regular and they aren’t changing my cervix at all, so that’s good. Combine that with the G.D. though, and my natural tendency to panic kicks in. I keep having to tell myself, forcefully, to calm down and breathe. I know we’ll make it through all of this, though!! Only 11 1/2 weeks to go!!