I'm da bomb!

I have now received my monitoring kit and have monitored four times a day since Sunday. I've managed to figure out how to get a good drop of blood and to make it a fairly painless process. The good news is that they diet must be working, because I've come in under target in all but one test. And that test was only over by 3.

But being under now brings up a new quandary. Can I be too far under? I see the dietitian on Monday, so I guess we'll bring that up then. In the meantime, Baby L is doing some sort of synchronized swimming, and is always moving. My stomach is one big gyrating blob. Both hubby and Little Guy are fascinated by it and will sit on the bed and just rest their hand on my stomach so they can feel. It's a good feeling...

Accident Update...

For those of you waiting anxiously, we finally got the police report on the accident. Turns out the guy is going to survive. He'll have some pretty serious injuries, but he's going to make it. Which is a big relief to me, to tell you the truth. While I know I'm not to blame, if he had died, god... not good. Now lets just hope that they accept the insurance offer and leave us alone.

5K Run to Remember

My husband works for the Phoenix Police Department, and today they had their 3rd Annual 5K/10K Run to Remember. Hubby signed up to do the 5K Walk with some coworkers. Little Guy and I went along to cheer him on, since I can't do a 5K walk this year. Maybe next year...

It was COLD out this morning. Little Guy had the right idea!

They're OFF! The start of the walk.

Crossing the finish line, 50 minutes later! Go team!

A proud daddy and son.

The happy walkers.

I'm so happy and proud of hubby for doing this. He's worked hard to do this, he and the coworkers have been walking in the wee hours of the morning after they get out of work (midnight!) and made real good time. Next year they're talking about running the race instead of walking. Who knows!

Congratulations Desert Songbird

Here's a shout out to my friend Desert Songbird. Her Colts and Payton Manning are going to the Super Bowl.

So, party at Desert Songbirds' in two weeks?

I Made it Through Week One...

Well, I made it through.

I made it through almost completely changing my diet. I found out a couple of things.

• Peaches in lite lite syrup are actually good!
• Whole Wheat isn't actually a bad word! It can be pretty good.
• I rediscovered carrots
• I can still eat cheese crisps, although it has to be with a wheat tortilla.
• I can survive without Coke.
• Since I eat every two hours or so, so does Baby L, so she and I are constantly talking.
• Diabetic web sites can be a good friend!

So I move on to week 2 (only 10 more weeks to go!), and start monitoring tomorrow. Wish me luck!

Wild Wild Week

This week was supposed to be good. Three day weekend, with Monday off, two half days on Thursday and Friday due to parent teacher conferences, and only two days of actual school. (Not that the half days aren't actual school, but it's not easy to fit things into only two hours!)

However, that was before I got the call on Monday morning. The call was from my OB's nurse practitioner. Crap. Anytime that comes up on the caller ID, it's not good. Last time it happened it was the happy news that I had a high blood sugar count on my first glucose test and had to go in for the happy happy three hour test. Which was Saturday. The only good thing about sitting in the lab for three hours on a Saturday was that I got my report cards done.

So, anyway, the caller ID shows my OB. I failed my second glucose test. That means I have Gestational Diabetes. That means I have to go on a rather strict diet. That means that I have to monitor (prick myself) four times a day. That means I have to eat six 'meals' a day. That means NO MORE PETER PIPER PIZZA, PIZZA HUT, CHIPS AND SALSA OR ANYTHING ELSE THAT I EAT. To say that I'm upset is putting it mildly. I knew this as soon as the nurse told me. But I had no idea of the extent of this diet. And because NOBODY in this office works past, like 2:30, I had to take another sick day to go to the doctor. (I am not happy with this OB!)

So bright and early on Tuesday morning the hubby and I are in the doctors office to talk to the dietitian. Then I came home and cried. And cried. And cried. Then hubby and I spent three hours food shopping. There was just about NOTHING in the house that I could eat.

I'm normally a very healthy person, who takes a sick day more because I need a 'mental health day' than anything else. Occasionally I'll get a flu bug, but I've never had to really watch my diet for anything other than losing weight - which is good, because I don't like a whole lot of foods. Well, now my health and the health of the baby depends on what I eat. Not a good scenario.

This is what a typical eating day is for me:
Breakfast: Pop tart and glass of milk on the way to school
Lunch: Cheese quesadilla on white tortilla, chips and salsa, low fat pudding (I'm trying at least!) and a Coke with Lime
Snack: Out of the vending machine - butterfingers lately, with a Coke with Lime. Maybe a glass of milk instead.
Dinner: Applebee's, Earl's (Mex Am), McDonald's, Pizza Hut, Peter Piper Pizza, whatever the mood strikes.

Real healthy, huh? Now this is what I have to eat
Breakfast : 1 starch (i.e. half a whole wheat English muffin), 1 protein (i.e. egg or peanut butter), 1 fat (i.e. butter) and 1 milk (8oz milk or yogurt).
Morning snack: 1 fruit. (FRUIT!?!?!?)
Lunch: 2 starch, 2 protein, 2 veggie, 1 milk, 2 fat (thankfully whole wheat tortillas are OK, as well as cheese. The quesadilla lives!)
Afternoon Snack: 1 starch, 1 fruit, 1 milk
Dinner: 2 starch, 3 meat, 2 veggie, 1 fruit, 1 milk, 2 fat
Evening Snack: 1 starch, 1 fruit, 1 milk.

I'm slowing going insane. And not just any starch, I've been warned off any white starch. Everything is whole wheat. Whole wheat bread, pasta, tortillas... No more soda (unless it's diet, and I'd rather drink water than drink diet soda!), no more candy, no more random snacking. Quite frankly it sucks. But there are risks to the baby if I don't follow this, the most serious (and most rare) being stillborn. But gestational diabetes causes big babies and early delivery (maybe I was borderline diabetic with Little Guy, he was 9lb 12oz and two weeks early!)

But it is so stinking hard. Thank god for hubby. He was right there next to me through it all. He's willing to change his diet and he was a godsend during the massive shopping event. He took labels and compared and read and put together things that I could eat (that I liked!) That has been the biggest challenge. Eating fruits and veggies. I don't like fruits and veggies. Ick, gross. And I have tried them. I guess before this pregnancy is over I will have od'd on peaches, banana's and carrots, because that is the extent of fruits and veggies I like. Of course, I like corn too, but that doesn't count as a veggie, it's a starch!

Thank god it's only two more months until Baby L is scheduled to come into the world.

Hello?

Just wondering if there is anyone out there following this blog. Feel free to leave a posting... I feel like I'm writing to thin air sometimes...