The emotional roller coaster brought on by pregnancy hormones made a few stops at our house today. I had a mini meltdown when I walked into the kitchen this morning and realized J had forgotten to take out the trash. Another mini meltdown emerged when my computer kept freezing up while I was trying to work. I finally lost it entirely when my husband called to tell me about his doctor's appointment (not really sure why that put me over the edge).
I decided to take an hour for lunch (instead of working through as always), straightened up the house, took a hot shower, and made myself some lunch. When I clocked back in, my 2pm meeting had been cancelled and our internal software had crashed. You might think this would send me spiraling out of control, but I was actually kind of thrilled. I'm taking a much needed afternoon off, that doesn't involve doctor's visits, chores, or anything at all really. I may regret this when I'm making up hours on Saturday, but for now I'm enjoying the peace and quiet of a clean house while I can.
Sometimes you just need to take a time out, and start the afternoon as though the morning never happened.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Small Victories
Today Fresh Market tested my will power with a delicious display of pumpkin pies and pumpkin chocolate chip pound cakes. They were so enticing, but given my minor fail at lunch (Olive Garden lies about their carb count in paninis) I thought it best not to give in to temptation. I managed to resist the tasty goodness, keep the grocery tab under budget, and avoid purchasing non-diabetic friendly snack foods. J should be pleased. As a reward, I bought myself a diet Dr Pepper. Say a little prayer that the aspartame doesn't trigger a migraine :)
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Epic Fail
I have PCOS (polycystic ovarian syndrome), which in a nutshell means my hormones are wonky, and I am at a higher risk for things like high blood pressure, multiples, and gestational diabetes. I have to take medicine to help stabilize my hormones and sugar levels, which helped me get pregnant.
Due to my PCOS, I elected to have an early glucose screening (at 15 weeks). I failed. I was stressed and devastated, but everyone told me not to worry. Apparently lots of people fail the 1 hour screening but pass the glucose tolerance test. At 16 weeks, I took the 3-hour glucose tolerance test (super yuck), and waited impatiently for the results.
I got the results today. EPIC FAIL. So I have the "fetus diabetus" at 17 weeks pregnant. Apparently my body is overachieving at failure - someone forgot to tell my blood glucose it isn't supposed to act up until about 24 weeks. I get to go see a nurse practitioner on Friday and learn all about the tasty things I can no longer eat or drink, as well as how to properly check my blood sugar ... 4 times a day (yay for needles! psych).
Failing at parenting before my child is born feels totally awesome, minus the feelings of total awesomeness.
Due to my PCOS, I elected to have an early glucose screening (at 15 weeks). I failed. I was stressed and devastated, but everyone told me not to worry. Apparently lots of people fail the 1 hour screening but pass the glucose tolerance test. At 16 weeks, I took the 3-hour glucose tolerance test (super yuck), and waited impatiently for the results.
I got the results today. EPIC FAIL. So I have the "fetus diabetus" at 17 weeks pregnant. Apparently my body is overachieving at failure - someone forgot to tell my blood glucose it isn't supposed to act up until about 24 weeks. I get to go see a nurse practitioner on Friday and learn all about the tasty things I can no longer eat or drink, as well as how to properly check my blood sugar ... 4 times a day (yay for needles! psych).
Failing at parenting before my child is born feels totally awesome, minus the feelings of total awesomeness.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Learning The Hard Way
The past few weeks has been all about learning life's little lessons - the hard way. I would love to say I'm the type of person who learns from the mistakes of others, but let's be honest - I'm the person others learn from.
The Friday before last it was pouring rain, and I didn't want to leave the house to get lunch. I decided to eat a can of ravioli (totally healthy and pregnancy friendly). I opened the can most of the way with my trusty can opener, and proceeded to dump the ravioli into a bowl. The lid stuck. Being the brilliant and sophisticated person that I am, I stuck my fingers into the can to pull back the lid (enter creative expletives here). Three hours, one ER visit, one tetanus shot and five stitches later, I learned not to use my fingers to pull back the lids of tin cans. That was the most expensive can of uneaten ravioli EVER.
On a related note - I had my stitches removed this weekend. I stopped at the drug store to pick up some band aids. I picked up the more expensive waterproof bandages, thinking that would be the wisest choice for my still-healing phalanges. I learned today that just because the package says "waterproof" does not mean that water cannot leak in through the top or bottom of the bandage, turning injured fingers into injured prunes. Note to self - buy the less expensive old-school band aids. You will have to change them just as often.
The Friday before last it was pouring rain, and I didn't want to leave the house to get lunch. I decided to eat a can of ravioli (totally healthy and pregnancy friendly). I opened the can most of the way with my trusty can opener, and proceeded to dump the ravioli into a bowl. The lid stuck. Being the brilliant and sophisticated person that I am, I stuck my fingers into the can to pull back the lid (enter creative expletives here). Three hours, one ER visit, one tetanus shot and five stitches later, I learned not to use my fingers to pull back the lids of tin cans. That was the most expensive can of uneaten ravioli EVER.
On a related note - I had my stitches removed this weekend. I stopped at the drug store to pick up some band aids. I picked up the more expensive waterproof bandages, thinking that would be the wisest choice for my still-healing phalanges. I learned today that just because the package says "waterproof" does not mean that water cannot leak in through the top or bottom of the bandage, turning injured fingers into injured prunes. Note to self - buy the less expensive old-school band aids. You will have to change them just as often.
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