June 17, 2011
So sorry for missing my post last week. We had a lot going on last weekend with baby showers, and trips and it was my slip up. Normally I’m prepared for things like that and I post ahead, but with my preggo brain these days, most everything I do is last minute or forgotten. So to try to make up for it, I’ll make this one an extra long post.
As far as the pregnancy goes, we are doing well. My weight gain in still right on track, and so is his. The last ultrasound, which was this past Saturday, estimated his weight at 4.65lbs already! Whoa! And to think, that’s like walking around with a 5 pound bag of sugar strapped to your belly! Hey, maybe that’s why I need more insulin these days? He’s my 5lb bag of sugar.. he’s just so sweet! Haha! (Yeah, that was corny.. sorry.) But he is so cute (ok, what momma wouldn’t think her kid is cute? I was even asked how I felt about him… what?? He’s my kid! Of course I’m going to be completely in love with him no matter what!!). He does look like his dad though, nose, ears, everything. We may see some of me in him when he’s actually born, but for now, the only thing I can see is his face is round like mine, not oval like his dads. But as far as his features? Yep, he’s his dad’s twin! We got to see him moving around, bringing his hands up to cover his face, rubbing his nose, and yawning. Who’s heart couldn’t melt seeing that??
Speaking of insulin, that keeps increasing by the mounds. My sites are still being rotated out every 1-2 days, and I’m going through 200u in 2 days flat. Which, I can’t honestly blame entirely on insulin resistance any more. I looked over my chart that I sent to the doctors office that lists all that good stuff, including total carbs for the day. I’m averaging 250-300g of carbs per day, where as pre-pregnancy I used to only consume 90-140! I guess I never realized how hungry I’ve actually been! Not to mention eating better comes with higher carb counts. In example, where I used to eat just a grilled burger and chips for supper, it’s now grilled burger, chips, a 2-cup glass of milk, some kind of fruit, and a dessert sometimes. Breakfast? Used to be a pack of crackers – 23g of carb. Now? 1 ½ to 2 servings of milk and low-sugar cereal like Cheerios or Rice Crispies. (Speaking of cereal.. I started to pick up a box of Fruit Loops thinking “What’s the point?, I’m going to go high anyway.”, but then quickly put it down when I saw the sugar content was 17g verses only 3g for the Cheerios. Yey me!)
Another thing is that exercise is almost completely out of the question, so the lack of exercise is also causing an increase of insulin. But with the regularity of the Braxton-Hicks contractions I’m having now plus the balloon-sized feet and hands, I have been told to stay off of my feet as much as possible. I even asked about just keeping up my walking when I went to the OB on Thursday and he gave me a glare-smile combo mix and sternly said “No”. So, most of the time, I am sitting, with my feet propped up on something, and drinking tons of water to try to flush out the excess (who ever knew that to take DOWN swelling you have to drink MORE water??), and wearing lovely, sexy compression socks whenever possible. And the heat? Oh gosh! 80° feels like 120° not just because of the pregnancy, but the humidity! SC weather is not friendly during the summer, and being 8 months pregnant along with it doesn’t help a bit. So the heat plus the pregnancy is causing my balloon feet and hands, and making things kind of boring and uncomfortable. Thank the Lord for fans at home and work! They help make it a little more comfy, even if I am freezing my husband at times.
When I’m uncomfortable from swelling and heat or irritated at blood sugars, I tend to think to myself – You know, it’s only 4-6 more weeks to go for you. Just hang in there… it will all be over soon. – but then I think… Oh my gosh… It’s ONLY 4-6 more weeks! This has gone by too fast! I’m not ready to not be pregnant. I’m enjoying this wonderful experience! I’m going to miss those nudges and rolls and kicks in my belly. It’s a tug-of-war… I want to badly to meet him and see him and hold him, but I don’t want the pregnancy to end either. Weird, I know, but it’s something I never thought I’d be able to do, and now that I am, it feels like it’s flying by. I’m trying to enjoy every moment – happy and joyful to the sad and depressing, uncomfortableness of his kicks to the mere wonder of them at the same time. I’m going to miss being pregnant, but its SO going to be worth it when I get to hold him and kiss those chubby little cheeks, I know!