whittycism

Actually, the month of NO MONEY

Well, that didn't work.

The month of NO pretty much turned quickly into the month of NO MONEY.  It was a good idea and we did a pretty good job at keeping up with our lists of NO's, but then... DUN DUN DUN!!  I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes and it all went in the pooper.

Diabetes is expensive, y'all.  And a pretty major bummer.

That being said, I am good, the baby is good.  But please don't be surprised if I am back in a couple of months to report that a giant baby came out of me, because at this point that is the most likely scenario.  At my last doctors appointment, the doc mentioned something about an 11 lb baby a few times.  Uh, yikes!

But at the moment, the kid is only on the high side of normal size-wise.  So, good!

Now there are possible complications or dire outcomes, but we are not dwelling on that at the moment.  We are being positive.  We are distracting ourselves with low carb ice cream bars and thin crust pizza.  We poking ourselves with needles and chasing numbers on a graph.  We are doing our damnedest to let go of our imagined pregnancy and deal with the one we got.

We aren't always doing 100% on all that.  Sometimes we are beating ourselves up for being a fatty and not paying attention to our glucose numbers prior to getting knocked up.  But we are getting better about that.

Anyhoo...

I am shooting up insulin and testing my blood 4 times a day.  When first diagnosed I never thought I would be able to give myself a shot, but I can.  And it is not that bad.

Timmy is still being the most awesome amazing husband ever.  He gives me my last shot before bed and makes me lots of delicious low carb meals.  He runs all over town getting prescriptions and supplies.  All while finishing getting things ready for the kid at home and being super sexy.

I am gearing up for a craft show at the end of September (actually the weekend before my due date so, I won't be attending!) in St. Louis and gathering lots of supplies, but need to actually start making things.  Wouldn't it be nice if my crafting actually added to our income instead of sucking it all away?  I am excited for a couple of new crafts I am planning, I will definitely try to post the results.  Maybe I will actually get something produced over the weekend!

But I am not making any promises because we have plans to go to the fair this weekend to look at cows and eat a corn-dog.  So we'll be pretty busy!

Besides an insatiable love of oatmeal and rugged good looks...

What do Wilford Brimley and I have in common?

Diabetes!!

That's right I have been diagnosed with the big G.D - Gestational Diabetes. 

Boo Hiss!

I found out last Thursday, right before the three day weekend, giving me ample time to wallow in self pity and beat myself up because I am already a bad mother.  Good thing it is mostly out of my system.  Though honestly I still want to kick my own ass for not paying closer attention to my borderline Glucose numbers prior to being pregnant. Ain't much I can do about that now.

I had my diabetes education class yesterday and learned the when, whats and hows.  When to test my blood sugar by pricking my finger four times a day.  What to eat -luckily very close to the Weight Watchers diet in which I am well versed.  And how to give myself an insulin shot.  Boy howdy, I am a WHIMP.  Seriously, I could just not stick that needle in until eventually I was the only one left in class still pinching a roll of fat and babbling that I just couldn't do it.

But then I did.  And it didn't hurt at all.  It is just that damn anticipation of shoving a piece of metal into yourself that really gets me.

And I was at my new diabetes doctor today.  We got another big ultrasound and got to see the kid again.  We even got to see his face for the first time in 3d.  Very cool. (And also, I think he already is looking adorable.  And also, I think he looks like me.)

The doc says things are looking fine, though the kid is measuring slightly large (he was 3.5lbs at the appointment, so the doc is estimating 9lbs at 39 weeks - YIKES!).  I only had a couple of days of glucose testing to show him, but my numbers after meals were in range but my fasting/wake-up numbers were high.  So, hopefully, hopefully, I can manage this mostly with diet and maybe an insulin injection before bed.

So, it is okay.  I was a bundle of nerves and emotions over the weekend, but honestly now I am okay.  I am convinced I can handle this. Timmy is a huge help and has already started making me delicious low-carb meals. While I had been enjoying my uneventful and boring pregnancy, I can do this and it will be okay.

That being said, tomorrow is my birthday and no cake for me.  The nutrionalist, the nurse, the doctor all said, go ahead, have a little cake. But no. I want good numbers, damn it and cake just isn't worth it.

However, it will be very sad come October when my child is an orphan because I have lapsed into a sugar coma after eating every baked good in the metro area.  But seriously, I am totally having a birthday re-do in October with more cake than seems possible.  Whoo-ha!