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This is by far Emma’s cutest winter outfit (courtesy of Uncle Nonny and Auntie Stef), but I held out from making it part of Fashion Friday because it was supposed to be her 18-month picture outfit. However, after 5 cancellations, we never made it in. And now that it’s Spring, we had to at least show it off one last time.
Happy Friday everyone!
So that crazy warm weather we had here for a few days has really goofed up our little Emma. She really got used to going outside (“side”) for playtime and doesn’t quite understand why we can’t do it EVERY SECOND of the day. Of course, the weather has now turned to cold and gloomy, which she also doesn’t understand. Funny that her temper tantrums that drive me nuts are actually pretty representative of how I feel about this whole spring thing. I want it NOW too! For more than 2 days!
So in an effort to keep the sun shining in our world, here’s a few photos of us enjoying our few days of warm spring weather!
I passed the 3-hour (at least for now). Wooooo-hoooooo!!
Do you think it would be strange to place a pizza order for tonight… even thought it’s only 12pm???
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!