You win this round baby-brain
Normally I like to think of myself as a sane person. Normally I would be able to think things all the way through and then execute them.
My brain during pregnancy however, does not function this way. My limbs start moving of their own accord and I just seem to follow along until I notice something, perhaps, isn't quite right.
Like the other day after making a sandwich for lunch when I put the bread away...
Under the kitchen sink.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Two and two is four, four and four is eight...
I got to meet with a dietician today to find out what's allowed and what isn't. It all went pretty well. As expected no more cookies/candy/etc. She said I'd be allowed a piece of cake for my baby shower, but that's it sweets-wise.
Other than that I don't think it will be too hard. I was already doing three meals a day with a morning and afternoon snack and usually some sort of nibble before bed. So I've got the meal spacing down. The hard part is figuring out what combination of the amount of protein/starch/fat/vegetable/milk/fruit allotments makes up each meal.
I'm allowed 2 meats, 1 starch, and 1 fat for breakfast. NO milk. NO fruit. So I could have oatmeal and 2 hard boiled eggs. Or 4 sausage links, and half an english muffin with some margarine. Or... or... and that's where I get stuck.
I'll have to sit down this weekend and plot out a menu plan for next week. In the meantime I've gotten some good tips from girlfriends who've had gestational diabetes too.
Peanut butter spread on one slice of whole wheat bread and a cup of milk EXACTLY fits my afternoon snack allotment. Just had that and I'm quite satisfied, thanks Sandy!
I got to meet with a dietician today to find out what's allowed and what isn't. It all went pretty well. As expected no more cookies/candy/etc. She said I'd be allowed a piece of cake for my baby shower, but that's it sweets-wise.
Other than that I don't think it will be too hard. I was already doing three meals a day with a morning and afternoon snack and usually some sort of nibble before bed. So I've got the meal spacing down. The hard part is figuring out what combination of the amount of protein/starch/fat/vegetable/milk/fruit allotments makes up each meal.
I'm allowed 2 meats, 1 starch, and 1 fat for breakfast. NO milk. NO fruit. So I could have oatmeal and 2 hard boiled eggs. Or 4 sausage links, and half an english muffin with some margarine. Or... or... and that's where I get stuck.
I'll have to sit down this weekend and plot out a menu plan for next week. In the meantime I've gotten some good tips from girlfriends who've had gestational diabetes too.
Peanut butter spread on one slice of whole wheat bread and a cup of milk EXACTLY fits my afternoon snack allotment. Just had that and I'm quite satisfied, thanks Sandy!
Monday, September 17, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Fun at the lab
Yesterday was just as fun as a barrel full of monkeys. I went in for my extended glucose screening which started the night before with nothing to eat or drink.
I had to wait in line to sign in at the lab, which was unusual until I realized it was Rosh Hashanah and kids were out of school. So every kid that needed a sports physical or blood drawn for any reason was there.
They took my initial baseline blood about 20 mins. after my appointment time. Which, considering how busy they were was impressive.
After about another 20 mins. I still hadn't been given the flat soda stuff to drink so I went up and asked. They had to get my baseline back from the hospital first before they gave me the stuff to drink. Just sit down, they'll call me.
Another 20 mins. and they call me up. "We're trying to find your lab slip." After seeing the tape on my arm..."Oh, they've already taken the first one and I guess we're waiting for the hospital now. Sorry, we'll call you when we hear from the hospital."
Another 20 mins. I went back up and asked if they'd heard anything at all. It was now 10 AM, my appointment was for 8:30, I haven't eaten anything since 8:30 the night before. I'm pregnant and just a little bit cranky. "No, we haven't heard from them. We'll call them since they haven't called us."
5 mins. later "They're running the test right now, we should have the results in a few minutes."
10 mins. later I get my bottle of flat, syrupy fruit punch. It was delicious.
Now my three hours begin, with a brief break every hour when they draw another vial of blood. I've already been at the lab for two hours at this point. I'm actually cheering in my head every time they call someone else back. One less person in the waiting room.
I brought a book with me, thankfully. And there was always the TV in the room. I have never tuned in on purpose to Regis & Kelly, or The View, or Martha Stewart. I certainly never will again.
Between my book and people-watching, the day passed, albeit slowly. I noticed a few particular people and one general sort of trend.
The particular ones:
A trio of women came in together. Only one had an appointment. All three took turns filling out and verifying the paperwork. All three were dressed oddly, as in kelly green t-shirt dress with pink Ugg boots, pink canvas bag, bright blue cardigan. All three were in their early 30s.
An entire family came in. Mom, dad, two sons. Dad and one son needed to have blood drawn. Son would not stay in the waiting room. He kept slipping away down the hall. When dad got called in, mom tried to take son in to watch. Presumably to see that it wasn't a big deal. As soon as dad was done, son took off. Son got called about 2 mins later. He was no where to be found. Mom chased him around the hall for a while. We all heard the tantrum. Son was about 11 years old, by the way. Dad went out to try and help. Entire family never reappeared. Son lost his turn in line.
Another mom came in with a 3 year old girl. Wasn't clear who the appointment was for until they went back. And the screams started. Heartbreaking screams. Especially when the "Mommy what are they doing to me?" turned into "Mommy don't do this to me!!"
The trend:
Mothers with girls in high school tended come with them to the appointment. The girls had on t-shirts with their high school on it. The moms all had a variant of a Vera Bradley bag, and so did the girls. Mom's was usually the big carryall, daughter's was the beensy clutch with just enough of a strap to slip up onto their shoulder.
I finally got to leave a little before 2. Five hours packed full of fun.
The result? My sugar's still too high. On to the special diet I go.
Yesterday was just as fun as a barrel full of monkeys. I went in for my extended glucose screening which started the night before with nothing to eat or drink.
I had to wait in line to sign in at the lab, which was unusual until I realized it was Rosh Hashanah and kids were out of school. So every kid that needed a sports physical or blood drawn for any reason was there.
They took my initial baseline blood about 20 mins. after my appointment time. Which, considering how busy they were was impressive.
After about another 20 mins. I still hadn't been given the flat soda stuff to drink so I went up and asked. They had to get my baseline back from the hospital first before they gave me the stuff to drink. Just sit down, they'll call me.
Another 20 mins. and they call me up. "We're trying to find your lab slip." After seeing the tape on my arm..."Oh, they've already taken the first one and I guess we're waiting for the hospital now. Sorry, we'll call you when we hear from the hospital."
Another 20 mins. I went back up and asked if they'd heard anything at all. It was now 10 AM, my appointment was for 8:30, I haven't eaten anything since 8:30 the night before. I'm pregnant and just a little bit cranky. "No, we haven't heard from them. We'll call them since they haven't called us."
5 mins. later "They're running the test right now, we should have the results in a few minutes."
10 mins. later I get my bottle of flat, syrupy fruit punch. It was delicious.
Now my three hours begin, with a brief break every hour when they draw another vial of blood. I've already been at the lab for two hours at this point. I'm actually cheering in my head every time they call someone else back. One less person in the waiting room.
I brought a book with me, thankfully. And there was always the TV in the room. I have never tuned in on purpose to Regis & Kelly, or The View, or Martha Stewart. I certainly never will again.
Between my book and people-watching, the day passed, albeit slowly. I noticed a few particular people and one general sort of trend.
The particular ones:
A trio of women came in together. Only one had an appointment. All three took turns filling out and verifying the paperwork. All three were dressed oddly, as in kelly green t-shirt dress with pink Ugg boots, pink canvas bag, bright blue cardigan. All three were in their early 30s.
An entire family came in. Mom, dad, two sons. Dad and one son needed to have blood drawn. Son would not stay in the waiting room. He kept slipping away down the hall. When dad got called in, mom tried to take son in to watch. Presumably to see that it wasn't a big deal. As soon as dad was done, son took off. Son got called about 2 mins later. He was no where to be found. Mom chased him around the hall for a while. We all heard the tantrum. Son was about 11 years old, by the way. Dad went out to try and help. Entire family never reappeared. Son lost his turn in line.
Another mom came in with a 3 year old girl. Wasn't clear who the appointment was for until they went back. And the screams started. Heartbreaking screams. Especially when the "Mommy what are they doing to me?" turned into "Mommy don't do this to me!!"
The trend:
Mothers with girls in high school tended come with them to the appointment. The girls had on t-shirts with their high school on it. The moms all had a variant of a Vera Bradley bag, and so did the girls. Mom's was usually the big carryall, daughter's was the beensy clutch with just enough of a strap to slip up onto their shoulder.
I finally got to leave a little before 2. Five hours packed full of fun.
The result? My sugar's still too high. On to the special diet I go.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Stuck? Stuck!? STUCK!
I'm feeling a bit jealous. My grandmother and sister just returned from a two week road trip to Canada. My parents are on week two of their four week tour of Australia. My in-laws have been around the country in general, mom has been to Scotland, and Kit has just gotten home from Puerto Rico.
And I'm not allowed to go farther away than an hours drive as per strict instructions from my OB. Well, technically what he said was "I don't want you going anywhere that you can't get to us quickly." Which to me translates to if you can't get there in an hour, it's not "quickly."
For the most part I don't mind, and I truly appreciate how careful they're being with me. But this is the time of the year when I get itchy feet. I want to go somewhere, do something, see the world!
I'm feeling a bit jealous. My grandmother and sister just returned from a two week road trip to Canada. My parents are on week two of their four week tour of Australia. My in-laws have been around the country in general, mom has been to Scotland, and Kit has just gotten home from Puerto Rico.
And I'm not allowed to go farther away than an hours drive as per strict instructions from my OB. Well, technically what he said was "I don't want you going anywhere that you can't get to us quickly." Which to me translates to if you can't get there in an hour, it's not "quickly."
For the most part I don't mind, and I truly appreciate how careful they're being with me. But this is the time of the year when I get itchy feet. I want to go somewhere, do something, see the world!
Friday, September 07, 2007
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Well stocked
We went to BJ's Warehouse over the weekend. I got a deal on a membership through work, and with baby on the way I figured being able to buy diapers in bulk was not a bad idea.
I used to go to warehouse stores with my grandmother when I was younger and I HATED it. They were SO borrrrrringgggg, and who cares about all this stuff? I had similar feelings about going to the hardware store with my dad. There were no toys, why was he so thrilled to be here?
I'm not sure whether it's a good or bad thing that my perceptions have changed. We walked into the building and the massive quantities of things was very appealing although, I must admit, still overwhelming. I know there will be more people in our house to start using things, but for just the two of us it's a little hard to adjust your mentality. Buying in bulk is good, but why don't they just make a four-pack instead of a tenner?
I'm happy to say we managed to adjust well and that we now have enough toothpaste, toothbrushes, deodorant, razor blades, and facial cleanser to last us through the apocalypse. And we were forward-thinking enough to make a gift purchase for an upcoming festive occasion.
Buying in bulk and selflessness! Amazing!
We went to BJ's Warehouse over the weekend. I got a deal on a membership through work, and with baby on the way I figured being able to buy diapers in bulk was not a bad idea.
I used to go to warehouse stores with my grandmother when I was younger and I HATED it. They were SO borrrrrringgggg, and who cares about all this stuff? I had similar feelings about going to the hardware store with my dad. There were no toys, why was he so thrilled to be here?
I'm not sure whether it's a good or bad thing that my perceptions have changed. We walked into the building and the massive quantities of things was very appealing although, I must admit, still overwhelming. I know there will be more people in our house to start using things, but for just the two of us it's a little hard to adjust your mentality. Buying in bulk is good, but why don't they just make a four-pack instead of a tenner?
I'm happy to say we managed to adjust well and that we now have enough toothpaste, toothbrushes, deodorant, razor blades, and facial cleanser to last us through the apocalypse. And we were forward-thinking enough to make a gift purchase for an upcoming festive occasion.
Buying in bulk and selflessness! Amazing!
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
And the point is...
So, I'm trying to understand the logic behind this question:
"Are you bigger this time than you were last time, or am I just imagining it?"
This question has now been posed to me by two family members and several co-workers.
I think that this is motivated by care and concern. Which would be nice if that is the case. For the record, I am bigger, because the baby is bigger, which has been the best news we've gotten so far.
But on the whole, does it really matter??
So, I'm trying to understand the logic behind this question:
"Are you bigger this time than you were last time, or am I just imagining it?"
This question has now been posed to me by two family members and several co-workers.
I think that this is motivated by care and concern. Which would be nice if that is the case. For the record, I am bigger, because the baby is bigger, which has been the best news we've gotten so far.
But on the whole, does it really matter??
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