Today was my second OB appoitment and all is well with Baby B #2. Although I haven’t been as worried since I.ALREADY.HAVE.A.BUMP. Seriously, at barely 11 weeks, I am noticeably showing. I’ve even had a few people comment so I know I’m not crazy. I thought 13 weeks with Emma was soon, but at this rate, I will be rolling down the aisle at my sister’s wedding in September. God has a great sense of humor that way! :o)

Anyway, heartbeat is strong at 156. And well, that’s about it. I waited for about 2 hours for a 5-minute appointment, but I have to say I do love hearing that heartbeat. Even with the tummy, that sound makes it all so much more real. As I chase Emma around, I tend to forget that there’s another little one in our lives. That is, of course, until 3pm hits. THEN I remember as I stare longly at the couch… (and as I justify downing an entire bag of Chex Mix!)

Unfortunately, Jeff hasn’t been able to come to any of our appointments yet — even the ultrasound — so he’s pretty bummed. We tried to make it work tonight, but because of the 2-hour wait, Jeff had to relieve our wonderful babysitter (thanks Aunt Nenni!) who had a previously made appointment. Anyway, I feel bad because I don’t think this baby is that real to him yet, and I’m already feeling guilty like this baby is getting slighted. But that’s life when you already have a child, right? Anyway, we are going to do our best to make sure Jeff can be at the next appointment, even if Emma has to come with. I’m just not so sure how happy a tot will be after 2 hours in a waiting room. Won’t that be a fun post to read!

So that’s the scoop. Stay tuned for Fashion Friday!

So now you all know we have another bun in the oven. :o) It was kind of a surprise, but not completely. Either way, we’re pretty darn excited around here. (And thank you all for your kind words. Blogging friends rock!)

I’ve had two dreams so far that this baby is a boy, but with all the drama we’ve had in the last 9.5 weeks, I’m thinking it’s a girl! ;o)

Not really bad drama, just drama. First, we didn’t know my due date because my cycle has been so goofy (hence the new baby!), so we had to have an ultrasound to get a firm due date. For some reason that made me a little nervous…like my OB “knew” something I didn’t and wanted to make sure all was well. Plus, when he did my internal, he said I felt a little smaller than the due date on the chart.

The funny part is that I pretty much know when this baby was conceived (sorry, Mom!), so I knew I was later than the “chart,” but still, there’s always that little voice in your head that makes you nervous.

So the ultrasound went fine. I’m due Oct. 26 — 3 days after my 30th birthday! This, of course, means I was being totally silly, but it was long 2 weeks of trying to convince myself not to worry. (Does anyone else worry about worrying?)

AND THEN my OB had my sugar levels checked. Yes, that lovely 1-hour test we all hate. I had gestational diabetes (gd) with Emma, so he just wanted to make sure everything was normal. I didn’t think anything of it until I got the message that I had very much flunked the 1-hour test. And I had to take the 3-hour test ASAP.

At first I was frustrated that I might have gd so early, which means no fun food (chocolate!), a very firm eat schedule (who has time to eat every 2-3 hours with a busy toddler?), and finger prick 3 times a day. Ugh!

I called him back for more info, but he never returned my call. It was a Friday, so they were gone by 1pm. It was 2pm, and I did the worst thing I could have done: I went to the Internet.

That’s when all sorts of statistics started popping up about birth defects and the fact that I may have never gotten rid of the diabetes in the first place, meaning I might have a mild case of type 2 diabetes — permanently. Unfortunately, it didn’t sound too far off base since I’ve been to the doctor a few times for random bruising. Enough bruising that he even checked my sugar levels, but he never did a glucose test.

I started to think the worst.

Needless to say, it was a long weekend. I was mad at my family doctor for possibly missing the fact that I had developed diabetes. I was mad at my OB for not calling me back. And I was mad at myself for being so “whatever” about this pregnancy. Had I known, we would have been more responsible. This baby deserved a fair chance from the start.

ANYWAY, my OB finally called back on Monday and made me feel much better. He was very casual and didn’t seem too worried about it. He just wanted me to get the 3-hour test done, and we’d go from there. Ya know, the rational way of looking at all of this. Even so, I decided to start following the gd diet just in case.

Of course, this all involved a lot of praying (and crying — pregnancy hormones really mess with you!), and — as always — God is so good. I don’t have the results back yet, but my test on Saturday couldn’t have gone better. For those of you who remember last time, I was beyond sick… as in curled up in the fetal position for the entire 3-hours trying not to pass out and puke.

I’m hopeful that my lack of reaction means I don’t have gd (at least yet), but that will mean I have to take it again in 15 weeks. Oh well. That’s what this whole parenting thing is about, right? Emma is concrete evidence that it’s all worth it. Yes, even the lack of chocolate!

So that’s the scoop. I’ll keep you posted once I get the results — hopefully by Wednesday!