Archive for August, 2008

Seventh Month Stretch

I have been fortunate to have enjoyed my pregnancy thus far…but I must say that my enjoyment is waning.

Now that I am in the 7th month stretch, all is going to shit.

I woke up with a fierce sinus infection Friday morning, which kept me and Cybr awake for about two nights due to my choking on mucus, blowingmy nose and getting up to pee everytime something besides my bladder woke me.  Cybr said I was snoring like a drunken Wookie in between all of the previously mentioned crappiness.

I called my doc to see what, if anything, should be done and he called in an antibiotic. 

Then, just a few hours later, the docs office called back to inform me that I did NOT, in fact, pass the second test and do INDEED have gestational diabetes. 

Top that off with my stomach stretching a little bit more and feeling like it is tearing both flesh and muscle and the big purple stretch marks that came from that sensation…and, well, I am just not enjoying much of anything pregnancy related right now.  In fact, it kinda sucks. 

I have no idea how I am going to get through this next 12 weeks, how I am (selfishness warning!!) goingto deal with my ever-changing for the worse body, and how NOT to spend all my time worrying that my insulin resistance will make this baby GINORMOUS, resulting in her beingforced into the world too early and increasing the likeliness of a c-section.  BAH!!

I feel a little better now.

But only a little.

P.S.  It is my pity party and I am entitled to have it (unless, of course, I never stop the party).  I have been told ABOUT 4 GAZILLION different remedies for preventing stretchmarks and, TRUST ME, I am doing many of them about three times per day and I am STILL GETTING THEM!!!  This just means that anyone who didn’t get them is just really f-ing lucky and should be thankful for it.

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FAILED!

I failed my sugar test so I must go back to the doctor and have it repeated, only this time it is the long version.  I was told to bring a book and expect to be there for 4 1/2 hours.  Yay.

I hope the test yields happier results than the first test did…

Also, I registered for baby gifts.  OMG!   As many baby gifts as I have purchased off the registry in the past 12 or so years, I never before realized what a painfully difficult process it actually is.  I do not envy any new mom-to-be that doesn’t have a small army of support to take with her.  It is mind-numbing and a long time to be on one’s feet.

I have pictures of all the registry excitement with my two friends (and moms) that helped me get through the gazillion choices that have to be made.  It was fun, but exhausting. 

Pictures of registering and of the bump to come soon!

Happy Face!

Daddy is coming home soon

To the little kicking machine growing inside me:

Your daddy is coming home from Hong Kong soon and I know that you will be very happy to hear him and have him close.  You kick a lot whenever I speak to him on the phone, I don’t know if that is a coincidence or not but it cracks me up.

I am so looking forward to the look of surprise when he sees how much you have grown and the joy it will give him to feel how strong you are when you kick your mommy.

He will be here in less than a day, so let’s get a good-night sleep tonight!

At least I did moon everyone…again

I have a case of “baby brain”.  It probably isn’t a severe case of it, but occasionally it rears its ugly head.

I don’t know if any of you remember the “shoe incident” or the “moon over buddha” incident I have posted about in the past couple of months (both of which were moments of severe baby brain)…well, this is a similar story.

It seems that my “baby brain” incidents have a tendency to manifest in the form of wardrobe malfunctions.

You see, I wore a comfortable knee-length peasant skirt to work Friday and I wore it at home for several hours and I wore it to my friends house to meet her family and have dinner…it was on our way to have dinner that I noticed it.  Something was not right with my skirt and I could not pinpoint exactly what was the problem…

And then it occurred to me…

It was on wrong side out.

I got a laugh at this and told my friend about it so that she, too, may get a good laugh.  At dinner, I excused myself to use the bathroom and upon my return she asked if I “righted” my skirt.

My reply?  “Nah.  Why bother now? I wore it like this all day!”