I think I mentioned in a previous post that I flunked my 1-hour glucose screening test. Apparently I flunked it so spectacularly that they didn't even need me to come back for the 3-hour test. I was not surprised. I had gestational diabetes my first pregnancy, too. As with that pregnancy, I just have to watch my diet and check my blood sugar 4x a day and ketones 1x a day.
Apparently I'm already experiencing sugar withdrawal, if only on a subconscious level. During my daily nap this afternoon, I dreamt that I devoured an entire store-bought sheet cake in 1 sitting. I did this in secret, hurrying to lick the last bits of icing off the cardboard box before Ethan got home from work. I finished just as he was coming up the stairs.
Lo and behold, the first food item to greet my eyes when I went to the grocery store later on were all the leftover red, white & blue Labor Day sheet cakes. They didn't appeal to me in the least, but the coincidence made me giggle.
Before leaving for the store I cleaned out the fridge. It was an exhausting task. I can't remember the last time I'd done so and couldn't identify half the things I pulled out and hastily shoved into a trash bag (I had 3 bags worth by the end of it). I gave the shelves 2 good wipe-downs before reloading it with the next batch of food which will likely rot before we can eat it all.
I was absolutely knackered by the time I got back from the store. I was so sore, at one point I had to lean on Ethan's shoulder so he could walk me to the bathroom. Thanks to Sophie and Jeanne for their suggestions/recommendations--I have a consultation with a cranial osteopath tomorrow morning. Hopefully he'll help me survive the next 3 months.
Mr. T gets stronger every day. Today I felt a very definite heel dig into my right round ligament. This evening he was making my stomach jump up and down like crazy. In true Mr. T fashion, he stopped bouncing every single time his father was looking and would start up again just as soon as Ethan looked away. The look of disappointment on Ethan's face when the baby refuses to perform for him always breaks my heart :). I think he's going to be a mama's boy just like Fred.
The original Mama's Boy
