time's a-wasting..

i failed my glucose test. yes, that's right, i failed it (well, only by 2 points). i really don't understand how blood sugar works apparently because i really thought that i'd be ok. yeah, so it's in my family like crazy, but i always thought that as long as i wasn't overweight i'd be ok. apparently, i needed some education.

so, i'm back in the waiting room of the doctor's office. today is my 3 hour glucose test. i got here at 8:45 (after not eating or drinking anything after midnight last night) and they took a tube of blood. then i drank this super sweet fruit punch and have to have my blood drawn every hour for 3 hours. i've completed the first hour and have about 15 minutes left in the second. then another hour before they stick me again. apparently i have to pass 2 out of the 3 sugar tests, otherwise i'm a gestational diabetic. i'm still not sure what that means...apparently my one coke a day will have to be given up. it's just not fair...

this stinks. i'm getting really sleepy and i'm STARVING!!! what's worse is that i have a yummy whole wheat bagel slathered in peanut butter that husband made me this morning sitting in my purse. but i can't eat it... not for another 1.5 hours... ugh.

i guess the good news is that i won't get the results until monday at the earliest, so this weekend bring on the cupcakes, funnel cakes, chocolate chip cookies, and coke... who knows when i'll get to enjoy you again...

Dedicate Time to Your Partner

the 25 week baby center email says that i should dedicate time to my partner. talk about why he's going to be a good dad. so, here's a list I've come up with - hope you enjoy husband:

1. you love kids, and kids seem to really love you
2. you make the best peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (this might be why the kids love you)
3. you bring home yummy after 8 chocolates from duty free when you go on trips
4. you sing songs ALL the time and even when i make up ridiculous songs, you humor me by singing along with the chorus
5. you have more energy than a toddler
6. you really like educational games and puzzles (i'd never heard puzzle used as a verb before you - as in, "I'm going to puzzle now".
7. you actually know the answers to kids questions - "how come fish don't drown in the ocean?" and "where does that water in the toilet go when you flush?"
8. you're the most fun person i've ever met

i can only think of 8 for now, but that may be because i'm craving ice cream sandwiched between cookies after seeing it yesterday at the dogwood festival...

Seriously???

so today was my day of rest at home... until 10:40am when a tree decided to uproot itself, fall over pulling down our power/cable/phone lines and finally come to rest on the car. um, what??? i was just sitting on the couch responding to work email and watching frasier, when out of the corner of my eye i see something start falling - um, yes, it freaked me out.

yeah, this is kind of funny. well, at least it was until 7pm when GA Power finally showed up (yup, i said 7) and said they were just cutting down and securing the power line. they apparently didn't have what was necessary to fix it (but there were 3 trucks at my house). oh, and they couldn't give me an ETA on when it will be fixed. WHAT??? oh, and they weren't going to be able to fix the power lines until we removed the tree/car from the driveway. SUPER!!!

that's when the neighbors came to the rescue with the chainsaw and tree limb cutter and cut the limbs down around the car and over the driveway. the pathfinder is just fine - i drove it to my parents house where i'm now sitting with heat, tv, power, and internet. heaven.

husband comes home tomorrow. i may turn into one of those wives that never lets my husband leave the zipcode after this weekend.

having said all of that, it's still a little funny...

Eventful Weekend...

so, what was supposed to be a fun and exciting weekend was fun and exciting, but also provided a little additional entertainment that was not bargained for...

this weekend was my friend Tui's bachelorette party in Atlanta at my house. Husband decided to leave on a flight Friday afternoon for Germany since he was getting kicked out of the house, and therefore he missed out on the fun.

I woke up Saturday morning with some shooting pain in my side (this had started on Friday night, but I thought it was normal preggo pain) coupled with a lovely lump, so after a call to the doctor, I ended up in the ER which is pretty much where I spent my day (luckily my parents came along to keep me company). The doctors were nice, and I'm trying to make lemonade out of lemons by thinking that I no longer need to do a hospital tour, since after the ER I got to spend the afternoon in the Labor and Delivery area of the hospital, but 6 hours in the hospital is no fun.

It turns out that I have a uterine fibroid (aka mystery lump) that is apparently dying and was/is still causing a ton of pain and some really mild contractions (so mild that they are technically not even classified as contractions, they are called 'irritability'). apparently this is quite normal and 30% of women experience this. there's always not much that can be done about it - i can have surgery, but only after the baby is born, so i'll have to deal with it as long as it chooses to stay around. the baby seemed totally unfazed by all of the poking and prodding of the day and was happily kicking away at this growth inside of me. the doctor said she wanted me to take it easy and stay off of my feet for 72 hours. um, I'm hosting a bachelorette party lady!!! she finally seemed ok with me going out to dinner as long as i made the other girls do all the work and stayed off of my feet (well, she said she didn't want to see me at the same restaurant as her, so i assumed that it was ok to go as long as i didn't run into her!).

i got home at 4:30pm - 30 minutes before everyone showed up. the shower at the house was really fun and Tui seemed to have a great time! I ducked out on the party around midnight and have been relaxing today as much as possible. my plan is to stay home from work tomorrow to complete my 72 hours, but the pain is already going away and i haven't experienced the contractions today, so i'm not too worried about it.

husband will be out of town for the wknd of April 24 and i just can't wait to see what is in store for me then! stay tuned... :)

eat more chicken...

Dear Baby,

It's been a while since I've blogged or written to you... this is probably a good thing as I've made it past the grumpy, yucky, complaining stage, to the feeling my old self stage of pregnancy. Except that I'm pregnant, as you know Baby, which is still weird... oh ps - you seriously looked like an alien the last time that we saw you on the big screen... not really sure what that indicates for the future.

So, the interesting thing that has been happening over the past 3 or 4 weeks is the kicking. That's right, you're kicking me all the time. Well, kicking, punching, etc. - not sure what you're doing, but at times I feel like my uterus is a jungle gym. Hope that you're having fun in there, and getting some exercise, because my mother is going to try and fatten you up as soon as you're born.

The good news to report on this front is that I'm now working at Chick-fil-A, and eating lots of chicken, frozen yogurt with oreos, drinking yummy lemonade, and salivating over chocolate milkshakes. You might come out pudgy after all. Husband (your dad) took the scale away from me since I was obsessing about the weight gain, and I must say that this is much more effective. Now I can eat whatever I want, and not know the effect that it's having on me! Why didn't I think of this years ago? Why buy a scale?

Last update - Husband and I bought you a stroller this weekend. We still have no carseat or crib, but now we can go for fun walks in the neighborhood - something to look forward to in the heat of August... :)

that's it for now Baby - oh, if you could kick a little bit when the classical music is being blasted through the house, it would make Husband (your dad) really happy.

Love, Me (your mom)

Pregnancy...

...is much harder than I expected.

Oliver read a pregnancy book (yup, he's on book #2, and I'm still on book #1), which describes this guy's experience and how blissful those 9 months were... We're wondering when that part starts.

Don't get me wrong, I'm excited (read here if you don't believe me), but there are a lot of things that I hadn't anticipated...

1) Feeling like I'm going to vomit everytime I go into the bathroom. I can't explain this sensation, but bathrooms clearly gross me out. This is problematic since I have to pee all the time.

2) Feeling like I'm going to vomit everytime I brush my teeth. Again, a problem because if I didn't brush my teeth, the smell would probably make me want to vomit.

3) Smells - People at work eating smelly food. Someone today was eating Thai food (which I greatly dislike) and I had to chew gum and go wash my hands so that I could smell them (soap) to keep me from vomiting. The problem was that this required me to go to the bathroom and almost made me vomit.

4) Weight Gain - With all of the vomiting, you'd think I'd be skinny, but I'm not - I'm fat. Ok, not really, but I'm in the 'fat' pregnancy stage. Not quite big enough to really look pregnant, but bigger than normal, so people probably think I've been spending too much time at the local Krispy Kreme.

5) The fat thing - I can't find clothes that fit. All of my shirts seem to be too short or too small. But the next size up doesn't quite fit yet, so I just look like a sloppy dresser. Where did my waist go???

6) Again on the fat thing - have I mentioned how much I hate it? I've always told my friends who have complained about this before that it's supposed to happen and it's so exciting. I apologize to all of you right now. That's the worst answer. It certainly doesn't make me feel better - and seriously, did you think I didn't know that? Weight gain is weight gain - I don't care what it's for. I know that when the baby is happy and healthy this will all have been worth it, but right now, it's quite sucky.

7) Decisions - it's hard to make decisions on what to do, what to get, what to register for, what daycare to enroll in, whether to work or not... I know there's no perfect answer, but I'm already growing the baby, can't someone else make all of the decisions?

ok, that's it for now - kajal pointed out that 7 is a lucky number, so I'll end with that.

as a final thought, husband is fantastic - i mean, out of this world AMAZING. i would be on the side of the road somewhere if i was married to anyone else because they would have kicked me out of the house or car by now. i'm really a huge pain and for the most part, completely useless. i'm sure i'll complain about something he does in the near future, but for now, he's perfect and i'm lucky he hasn't run out of the house screaming(yup, i'm still a crazy emotional person). help me remember this when he refuses to go to the grocery store to get me chocolate ice cream or when he ditches me for a week to go to germany (march 3rd)...

Going Gray???

back in 2006, 1 week before the wedding, i went to van michaels to get the 'gray' hairs dyed out -that's right, all 4 of them. i had 4 strands of gray hair and KNEW that everyone was going to be so distracted by my 4 strands that they wouldn't be able to pay attention to the wedding. so, i did the rational thing, and paid a lot of money to have them dyed out. yes, the colorist laughed at me.

fast forward 2.5 years and i have like a million gray hairs. and THIS HAS JUST HAPPENED!!! so, it makes me wonder, do kids really cause your hair to go gray? my mother always said that i was giving her gray hair - could there be some truth to this??? i mean, ok, so a 5 year old throwing a tantrum is probably not going to cause the silver to come in, but is it possible that the hormones are causing this? it's really gotten out of hand in the past few months and i can't explain it...

so yeah, i'm almost 32 and this could be a cause, but seriously it's so bad that on sunday a friend went to pick something out of my hair, and then realized that it was a strand of gray - just an awkward moment for everyone...

so, now i can also thank the baby for all of the money that i'm going to have to spend on getting my hair colored. husband - are you reading this??? it's not my fault... it's baby's...