Water Water Everywhere

Since becoming pregnant I've taken to drinking water at almost all times. On the way to work, at work, with dinner, after dinner, before bed, when I wake up during the night...

Last night Andy figured out for me approximately how much water I do drink in a given day.

Roughly 1 gallon. No really, a gallon of water everyday.

Now if only the bladder capacity weren't the equivalent of 3 tablespoons.

Look what I can do!

I can make a pretty awesome Mango Lassi with my 1/2 cup of fruit and 1 cup of yogurt allotment for dinner.

What can you do?

Chubby Bunny Chubby Bunny Chubby Bunny

Today was sonogram number 6 and our little boy gets cuter every time, even if I do say so with a slight prejudice! He weighed in at a whopping 4 lbs 6 oz with just a little over 2 months to go.

Also new this time, he was sucking on his fingers. Piggy little man already eats enough to measure nearly two weeks ahead of schedule and wants to eat more!

I suppose this is some massive foreshadowing for his teenage years. Good thing we joined the discount food warehouse!

Yummmmmmm

'Nilla Wafers with a huge glass (at least a pint glass full) of milk and Banana Nesquik. That would be SO tasty right now.

Do you think a very good imagination can turn a slice of whole wheat bread with peanut butter and some water into 'Nilla wafers and banana milk?

No, I didn't think so either.

Open Note to the Women in my Office

Stop flushing the toilets with your feet.

You're coming out of the stall to wash your hands anyway. The three seconds between flushing the toilet and getting out to get your hands under hot water will not harm you. Think about the germs that are already on the doors and locks of the stall. You didn't open and close those with your feet did you?

They do not mop every day in our restroom and when they do, they don't use bleach. All you are accomplishing is to drag the muck from the floor onto the toilet handle for all of us who flush the toilet using our hands.

Please stop.

8 Years Ago...

I was worried about tripping down the aisle and falling on my face.

I hadn't eaten in about 2 weeks.

I had no clue where we would be spending that night.

I was totally shell-shocked.

I was the happiest I had ever been up to that point in my life.

Today...

I'm not worried about embarrassing myself, you've seen me at my worst.

I just ate an hour ago.

I'm spending tonight asleep next to you.

I'm shocked that you still love me just as much now as you did then (see above note about my worst).

I am the happiest I have ever been.

Happy Anniversary my love. Here's to many many more.

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.

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!

Cocoa Butter is awesome

After holding on to my belly for a fruitless five minutes trying to feel the baby kick, Andy takes his hands away and asks...

Why do my hands smell of chocolate?

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.