Monday, April 20, 2009

Why am I Just Sitting Here

I have so much work to do. I have so much work to do before Wednesday comes. I am not working. I am not doing anything. I am sitting here at the computer and doing just that - Sitting.

Sitting and thinking.

Thinking about the swimming suit I need to go buy tomorrow. Owen and I are headed to see Emilee and the kids on Wednesday and we are headed to some warmth in good old Southern Utah. I hate swimming. I can't swim. It is impossible for me to go under water without plugging my nose. I hate wearing a swimming suit. I always send Greg to swim with Owen and I enjoy myself in the warm indoor pool air and read. It is so nice. This time however, Greg will not be coming. I have to swim with Owen. Sigh. Now, not only do I have to swim, but I have to swim while 7 months pregnant.

Thinking about the strange movements in my belly, watching my tummy wiggling and shaking as she tries to find some comfort in an ever shrinking space.

Thinking about my doctor's appointment tomorrow. Wishing I could pack up my doctor from Utah and move him here.

Thinking about how long 10 weeks feels but yet thinking how fast 10 weeks goes by.

Thinking about how I should be working.

Thinking about the need for a new chair to work in during the next 10 weeks.

Thinking how happy I am that I didn't have to give up my favorite cereal due to gestational diabetes. Kashi Heart-to-Heart Honey Toasted Oat. I wish it were morning now.

Yes, here I am, not working. To those of you who know just how much I have to do, I apologize. For some reason I just can't get it done tonight. Tonight, I am just sitting. Sitting and thinking. Not working.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

2 Egg Hunts

On the Saturday before Easter we went to two egg hunts. One went horribly the other went great.

The Horrible One:

The Great One:



Lesson learned: You cannot be 2 minutes late for an egg hunt.

Pregnancy: Week 29

73 days left.

I attended my diabetes class on Friday. I learned what I had already figured out. 30 grams of carbs for breakfast, 15 grams for after breakfast snack, between 45 and 60 grams of carbs for lunch, 15 grams for after lunch snack, between 45 and 60 grams for dinner, and 15 grams for after dinner snack. I also learned how to poke my finger and test my glucose levels. So far things are good. I am supposed to have levels lower than 125 two hours after eating and I have to test 4x per day. My levels have been 61, 75, 74, 104, 85 to name a few. That makes me believe 1. that I am really good at following the recommended diet. or 2. I don't have gestational diabetes. I choose 2 but will continue counting my carbs and eating more protein for 73 more days.

At least my testing machine is a cute pink color.
I see the doctor this week, the nutritionist the next week, and the doctor the next week.
Baby still has no hope for a name, although, Owen did suggest Antelope tonight. Pretty sure we will pass on that one but I am glad he is thinking and keeping all options open.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Pregnancy - Week 28

WEEK 28:

I have to say things have not been easy...sick until week 21, a strange few weeks with anxiety and difficulty breathing (I thought for sure I was having a heart attack), I hear and feel my pulse in my head all the time (my head is beating now as I type) and most recently, a new diagnosis of gestational diabetes and anemia.

Following my 1 hour glucose test, I went in for my 3 hour glucose test. I received a call from the dr. last week saying that 2 of the 4 blood tests were normal and the other 2 were 1 point over. So even though I am almost ok, they consider me with gestational diabetes. I am in denial, I am sure the test was wrong and the dr. is wrong and I am fine. BUT, of course I will listen to what they say and live with gestational diabetes for 11 weeks and 6 days. The part I am unhappy about is that I have 2 weeks until I see the nutritionist/dietician. Um, so what do I do in the meantime? They gave me a brief outline after I asked but not a lot of direction. So in comes trusty Internet and I think I have it figured it out, until I go to my appointment next week I am sure. Counting carbs, adding protein, no longer eating mini-eggs for dinner, and relying heavily on Greg to 1. let me know what he thinks is/isn't ok to eat and 2. to make me dinner and lunches to go is my new life. I love him.

I will survive and I will save my Easter candy that I already bought until July.

Little baby still has no name. (We are open to suggestions). Owen has carved out a space in our bed for her to join in (she is between Greg and Owen, Owen stays by me). We put up the crib but if she is like Owen, it will remain unused. She has 2 pairs of pants to wear and 3 shirts. She is moving like crazy and my tummy is getting big.

I head back to the dr. in 2 weeks for week 30 then it is every 2 weeks. We are heading to the home stretch and I just may make it through, iron pills, vitamins, no sweets, counting carbs and all.

New Plant

Angie, Owen and I headed out to Ikea this past weekend. We had a great time before we made our way there - hanging out at the Rain Forest Cafe (not eating, just hanging out), eating ice cream, strolling the mall. Then, as 3 year-olds become tired they turn into some kind of evil being. Or perhaps putting it more nicely, he wasn't at his best during our shopping day.... that is until we came upon the plants.
I have been wanting a new plant and stopped to look. In such a sweet and nice voice he asked if he could have a plant. He hopped out of his prison which took the shape of the basket and began to browse the plants. He picked what he called the "perfect plant".

He allowed himself to be placed back in the basket and held his plant with such pride. Once back in the car he was holding the plant in his little hands, little hands that were drooping and moving as his eyes started to close and his head started to nod. In an effort to save the prized plant from ending up on the floor, once I felt it was safe, Angie reached back to move the little guy to safety. Bad idea. He jerked his head up, looked at me in the rearview mirror with pleading eyes and outstretched both arms. He was so sad!! He quickly covered his eyes with both hands and the tears came. Big tears, the tears that are only meant for those situations when you are truly sad and there is nothing you can do except cry. He was so hurt that we would actually take his plant.

Perhaps the plant would plunge on the floor during this nap - that would be fine. She placed the plant back in his lap which he quickly secured with one hand, the other left to cover his eyes. He eventually fell back asleep, with his eyes covered.

The next day he loved his plant just as much. I heard him coming up the stairs that morning. I turned around to look at him knowing that I would see him with Owl, but I didn't expect to see him with the plant.

He was worried that the plant was thirsty.


Baby Chicks

The newest venture - 16 baby chicks. Not mine of course, they belong to my father's house, I just happen to live here. It is comforting to know that if things keeping getting worse with the economy, we will have eggs to eat.

Owen loves his chicks, he has 2. Owl and Kiki. (and yes, Kiki is what he calls my step-mom as well). He informed me they were his chicks and he would name them anything he wanted. He said he wanted a Kiki inside and a Kiki outside. Ok then.


He tells me that his chick, Kiki, is his favorite, he still likes Owl but Kiki is so beautiful. (I think they look exactly the same).

Luckily the coop is almost ready outside, as for now, they are living indoors and it is a tad smelly. In fact, Owen and Kristi went to the feed store the other day and upon walking in, Owen informed her that it smelled like our house. Yes, the chicks head out soon.
However, for now, I love to see my baby love his chicks.