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Well GD, I Have GD

I know, I’ve been a bad poster.  With everything going on when it comes to making the decision between posting and napping, guess which wins?  It’s not just been in the blogging world.  I just sent out the Baby Shower Thank You cards out today….a month after the Baby Shower.

The house is coming together bit by bit.  I wish I could do more, but it can get really overwhelming and exhausting.  We did get the nursery together though, and it looks fantastic!

Nursery

Changing Area

Crib

Glider

DH insisted on the poster

I spent the better part of last Thursday washing all the clothes, sheets, blankets, toys, etc. and I’m pretty sure its ready to go.  Other than the guest bathroom I think it’s the only room completely finished.

I wouldn’t care, but we’re going to be having a House Warming/Baby Shower here in three weeks.  I know that no one really expects it to be at 100%, but its our first grown up place and I want it to be nice.  We’ll see how it goes.

Ok, so the big news I haven’t gotten to yet is about the Gestational Diabetes.  Right before I left for Cincy, my midwife asked if I wanted to do the GD test, or if I just wanted to track my blood sugar level with a monitor.  I decided on the monitor to kind of see what foods were best for me.

I needed to take a fasting test and then a test two hours after every meal.  The Fasting level should be below 95, and under 120 two hours after meals.  So I took my first level the morning I was boarding the plane.  It was 95.

My midwife told me to call if I ever went over, but I was about to leave for two weeks.  So I decided to just see how it went, and would face the music when I got back.  I didn’t really hold back that first week.  I ate what I wanted to eat.  I went over my levels 14 times that week.

After that I knew I needed to get serious.  I looked into what I needed to be eating if I was diabetic.  It became pretty obvious, cut out the carbs.  I was still on the road that week, but I tried my hardest to cut back on carbs.  The second week I only went over my levels 7 times.

I got back home, and looked at what I was eating and the results.  I figured out that I really had to completely cut out all carbs.  No white flour, white rice, corn, or sweets.  I already miss my wine and sushi.  Now I can’t have noodles, chips, pizza, breads, or ice cream?!?

But that wasn’t really what was worrying me.  I was so scared to talk to my midwife about it.  It looked that I would be able to control it with diet, but would she still take me if I had GD?  If she wouldn’t then I would have to go to a doctor who would just want to put me on insulin and make me get a C section.  It was everything I was trying to avoid.

So when I had my next appointment when I got back I was extremely nervous.  I showed her all my charts and told her what I’ve been doing to get my levels under control.  That was the middle of the third week, and I only went over 3 times that week.  So I had maybe only been over once that week when I saw her.

“Well we can definitely say that you have Gestational Diabetes,” she said, “but it looks like you can keep it under control with diet.  If you can keep it up there’s no reason you shouldn’t have a normal pregnancy with a normal sized baby.  Its actually a great thing we caught this so early.  You’re doing a great job, and you should be really proud of yourself!”

She then gave me a hug, and I felt like a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders.  The GD is not fun, but I would do anything for my baby and to have the birth I want us both to have.

Its a great thing that I love meat, but it’s not great that my variety of foods is very limited.  DH is tired of watching me eat chicken cobb salads.  I’m trying to figure out new things to try and add them to my menu.  Thank goodness for Atkins products.  I’m actually waiting for some of their Baking Mix to be delivered so that I can just have a freakin’ pancake!

It’s been three weeks since the last time I went over my levels.  I’m proud of what I’ve done, but I definitely can’t wait until its over with and I don’t have to worry about what I’m eating, and when to test, and pricking my fingers anymore.  I’ve also actually lost 4 pounds since dieting.

I don’t want it to seem like I’m complaining though.  I still love being pregnant.  One of the things of having a natural home birth is the belief that pregnancy should not be viewed as an illness.  Just because I have GD doesn’t mean that I’m sick.  Before being pregnant I smoked, drank, ate like crap, and was obese.  The pregnant me is the healthiest I’ve been in a long time.  It’s not easy, but I couldn’t be happier.

9 weeks to go!

Going Across the Country and Down the Road

I apologize that these posts seem so few and far between.  The goings on of the last couple of weeks have been hectic, and the third trimester is kicking my butt.  What happened to all that energy of the second trimester?

I can’t believe we’re at 30 weeks though.  Only 10 weeks to go!  It’s all becoming a lot more real.

Before we get too far, lets catch up from a couple of weeks ago:

The baby shower was a super awesome success, but now we (my Mother and I) needed to get all of this stuff back to Texas.  So after a day of rest, we rented a mini van, stuffed it full of baby stuff, and hit the road….for a hot second.

At that same time, DH was back in Texas closing on our new house.  Since I’m not on the loans, mortgage, house title, or anything, I was told that there was no need for me to be there.  Cool, that works out.  Of course when does everything go smoothly when purchasing a house (and really it had til this point)?

I was about to leave Cincy when I got a call from him.  “Hey, have you left yet,” he asked.  “No,” I said, “we’re heading to Mom’s now to drop off her car, and then we are.”  So he says that they need me to sign something before I go.  I figured, ok, a bit of a bother, but I’ll unpack the computer, docusign something, and we’ll be on our way.  So after sitting in front of the computer for 20 minutes and not getting anything, I give him a call back.

Now, the thing about my husband is, he almost NEVER gives you all the complete details.  He’s a go with the flow kind of person.  I am not.  I need to know what’s going on at all times to plan what’s next.

When he picked up I asked, “what’s going on?  We’re supposed to be leaving now.  We’re stopping in Louisville to see your Grandmother, and then I’ve got dinner plans with my old college roommates in Bowling Green.”  This is when he starts telling me (still only partly) what’s going on.  They are putting together a document that will be emailed to me, I then have to print it, go get it notarized, fax a copy back to our second lender, and overnight the actual document via Fed Ex.  Oh, and I probably won’t even get the document emailed to me for another hour.

I think I actually blacked out in a blind fury for the next ten minutes.  I will now type part of what I said.  To actually imagine what was actually said, feel free to imagine the F bomb between every word.  The clean version is something like this:  What?!?  They’ve had an entire month to get this all together.  Why are we learning about this now?!?  I’m supposed to be leaving! An hour?!?  This is going to put us way behind!  Are you kidding me?!?

My poor husband.  I wasn’t mad at him, but he was the one who had to listen to and try to control me.  I guess our Realtor heard my eloquent tangent, and after a while called me back to try to help.  I didn’t want to hear it at the time, but I managed to be a little more cool headed when I talked to her.  I told her I found a notary public, and although it was the opposite way that we were going she got everything ready for me at the closest Fed Ex.

So after about an hour and a half I got the paperwork, we got it notarized, faxed, and Fed Exed off.  We were two hours late getting out, and as we hit the road I prayed that I had done everything correctly.  While driving through a storm I got a call from the lender.  Great, I thought, but she just called to make sure that I wasn’t related to the Notary Public (we ended up having the same last name).  I assured her that we were not, and that Scottish last names are a lot more common in Kentucky than they are in Texas.

History side note of the day:  a lot of early Scottish immigrants ended up in the Appalachias when coming to America.  Including my family who eventually made their way up further north to Cincy.  Now you know, and knowing is half the battle!

After that I got a call from our Realtor.  She tried to apologize and make sure I was ok.  I told her I knew it wasn’t her fault, that I think she is super awesome sauce, and that I was sorry that she had to hear me like that.  Understand, that my Realtor and I are the same person  (she’s very organized, and we’re the kind of people that get pissed when other people are not).  She said that she felt exactly the same as I did, and that at one point she actually walked out of the closing out of frustration.

We bitched, we laughed, and then I got a lot more of what was really going on.  Here’s the story:  After the housing bubble burst, lenders almost never give out second loans.  Since we are excellent candidates, they agreed to allow us to have one but we have a lot more rules and paperwork to go through.  Since we are in Texas, apparently even though I’m not on any paperwork since we are married I have to sign over power of attorney to my husband because he’ll also be putting me into so much debt.  The reason it took them so long to get the paperwork to me was because they had to get said paperwork approved by the first lender, the banks, everyone.  This usually would have pushed the entire closing back, but since I was going to be on the road for almost a week and the sellers we’re about to move to Portland it had to be done then and there.  Everything depended on our Realtor pulling in a bunch of favors, and my ability to get it done before I left.

So after thanking her a bunch of times, and promising to have a drink with her after the baby comes, we managed to very narrowly make it to visit everyone we wanted to.  It was so nice to spend time with DH’s Grandmother.  As you may remember I mentioned that she was in the hospital about a month ago.  She had congestive heart failure, and just wasn’t able to make it to my shower.  There’s nothing more I want than for her to be around when we’ll be back in town with the baby, but you never know what will happen.  So it meant a lot to me to at least have her see me pregnant with him.  I know it meant a lot to her too.

We also made it just in time to have dinner with my old college roommates, and it was so surreal to catch up 8 years after I had moved back to Cincy.  It was such a lovely time, and after a day like that we stayed in town and headed to Memphis the next day.

We got there just fine, and spent a day visiting Graceland and Sun Records.  The “three” of us had a blast.

Jasper and I in front of Sun Records

We got back on the road by late afternoon, and rested that night just outside of Dallas.  Although we contemplated the idea of spending some time in Dallas, I was ready to be home and see my DH.

So we got into Austin in the late afternoon, and went directly to the new house to drop off all the baby stuff.  My Mom stayed in town for a few more days to help paint, pack a little, and move some smaller items.  She planned of leaving the morning of our Second Anniversary, but I wish she would have stayed a bit longer.  Not that I wasn’t sick of her at this point (that’s just how we are).

We didn’t really do too much for our Anniversary.  Just a dinner, and then we had the big move that weekend.  Not that my Mother would have done much during the move, but now that all these boxes and stuff are in here I’m a little overwhelmed.  There’s so much space, and we actually don’t have enough furniture.  There’s a lot of little things I don’t know where to go with yet.  Plus like I mentioned, the third trimester is whooping my butt and after emptying a couple of boxes I’m ready for a nap.

Everything went well though, and I LOVE my new house.  Now I just need DH to start putting baby furniture together.  I’m super excited to get the nursery together!

So now we’re just about caught up.  I have some midwife/pregnancy updates, but I’ll leave that for another post.  I just can’t believe we’re this far.  Life is changing so drastically.  We’re home owners and we’re about to have a baby.  We’re like, responsible adults now….We’ll as much as two geeks can be…I mean, we just did name our wireless network “The Land of Ooo“.

Some things will never change.

Baby Shower

I’m finally back from my trip to Cincy, and although I’m glad to be back home I had a WONDERFUL time!  The plane ride was long (no direct flights from Austin to Cincy make for a long day) and my hips and belly are officially too big to not hit everyone as I’m waddling down the aisles to use the restroom.  Baby boy was kicking like crazy during take off and landing, and I don’t think he appreciated the freezing temperatures when we finally got there.  I think after a few days of it he went into hibernation, and didn’t really move around too much until we were back home.  Can’t say I blame him.

Spending time with friends and family was great, though.  I started Tuesday by meeting my friend Joey at our Skyline, and was so shocked when I saw a baby gift from our waitresses waiting for us!  His first gifts were some outfits and a bottle.  It was just so sweet!  I made my way to my Mother’s that night to stay for the rest of the week and this was waiting for me on my bed:

Mom knitted it herself.  How cute is that?!?  We had lots more surprises in store for us!

Wednesday involved meeting my brother-in-law for lunch and great conversation, and then I got to have a 3D ultrasound session with my extended family.  I was sooooooo elated to share this moment with my Mom, Grandmother, Sister-in-law (my Brother’s wife), 3 nieces (although the little one didn’t really understand what she was looking at :)), Mother-in-law, and Sister-in-law.  Yes, we all fit comfortably in the room.  It was so much fun.  Baby boy was moving around, had his eye open, stuck his tongue out, and was just as cute as ever!  He has his Momma’s big fat cheeks, but he looks just like Daddy!  Everyone agreed.  He has his nose and his facial structure.  I’ll put some more up later, but here’s a photo:

Our kid is Tebowing….we’re in trouble….

My Mom even got me the cutest thing.  It’s a teddy bear that has the baby’s heartbeat recorded in it!  I’m surprised the batteries haven’t worn out yet.  I just keep squeezing it and squeezing it.  It’s the greatest sound in the world!

The rest of the week meant more time with friends and family and it all lead up to my baby shower!  I can’t believe it!  I got to have a baby shower!  I can’t even begin to describe how many kinds of awesome that is.  It really hit me when we were picking up the party balloons.  Looking up at that blue Mylar balloon with a teddy bear on it, I just lost it.  I had to step away as tears ran down my cheeks.

It didn’t last long though as everything quickly was ready, and the guests started to arrive.  I couldn’t believe how many people came!  I barely had time to greet and chat with everyone.  Then just all the details that went into the party itself!  My Mom and SIL just went above and beyond!  It was a Woodland themed shower, and well just look at all they did:

Look at that spread!

Owl and Potted Plant Cupcakes

Baby Fruit Basket

How amazeballs is all of this, and there was just so much more!  I couldn’t have asked for better.  The food was delicious, the decorations were amazing, the company was fantastic, and the amount of gifts was overwhelming!  Some of the best being this gem, and some onesies from friends and my SIL.  Seriously, some people get us 😉  I also got onesies that have each month on them, so that I can take pictures and share baby boy’s growth with all of you.  I can’t wait!  Oh, and of course this awesomeness:

I could only hope my kid comes out with jazz hands!

Everything we got was great though.  It really was just perfection.  I keep thinking, “oh, and there was this, and this!  Don’t forget to write about this!”  There was so much.  Like everyone left with a bracelet with a Jasper stone on it (and I got a big necklace) for the baby’s name.  How cool is that kind of detail?  I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.  Now I just have to send out thank you notes!

Sunday was truly a day of rest as we all had “baby shower” hangover.  Plus we had to get ready for the road-trip back to Austin.  That story will be continued!

That night though, my SIL was induced.  We got word the next morning that she was not having a good time of it.  After 12 hours the baby still hadn’t dropped so it looked like she’d have to have a C-section.  We later found out that the cord was wrapped around baby’s neck and was causing his head to swell.  I’m happy to say though that baby A was successfully born via C-section and him and Mommy are doing just fine now.  I’m sad that SIL didn’t have a better experience, but I know that she’ll bounce back quick.  Baby A is so cute, and we can’t wait until all the Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins meet each other!

Ok, I guess that’s all for now.  I have to do a bit more packing.  2 more days until the big move!  I can’t wait!

I’m Alive, but This Makes Me Sad…

Hey everyone!  Yes, I’m alive.  My trip to Cincy was great, and now we’re super busy getting ready to move into our house this Sunday!  Woop!  I have LOTS to tell, but I had to start with something that happened in our blogosphere while I was running around.

Many are aware of the PAIL drama.  Click here if you need a refresher.  I had hoped that all of it was behind us, but then I read this post from Elphaba.

It made me so sad to see that it had come to this.  I had read the original post that started it all, but never any comments.  I never will.  Partly because I can imagine the horrid personal attacks women can throw at someone they don’t even know when they can hide behind the anonymity of a computer screen.  Teenagers commit suicide over such bullying.  These are grown women.  It’s disgusting.

And over what?  An open blogroll that a group of women wished to start (poor El took the brunt of it because she was gracious enough to take on the duty of banding us all together)?  It is really ridiculous.  I guess we should have known better than to go outside the realm of the Queen who rules over all that is infertile.

Now no, I don’t know this lady.  I never really cared for her blog, and didn’t read much of it.  I’m not saying it’s bad and that others shouldn’t read it, I just didn’t.

I can’t judge her on what I don’t know.  What I do know is that her queendom was supposed to be a place that all infertiles could come and support each other.  Instead it became an open forum for ugly bullying and she did nothing to stop it.  That not a word would be said while her own people could make someone’s space a place of negativity is deplorable.

I understand that our blogs are a place to express the opinions that we have, but when you take on such a leadership role you have to accept the responsibilities that come with it.  Any attempts that were made to fix anything seemed more like ways to again promote her own site than to really make a healing effort.  I mean, how much healing was really done if El feels like she can’t even be in her own space anymore?  Shouldn’t that be the one person you focus on healing with?

So no, if that’s what the queendom is about I have no desire for it.  I have no regrets of trying to find somewhere else to find my support.  I’d rather have none at all then to support someone who supports bullying.  I don’t care for it, so I’m not going to be involved.  It’s really that simple.  I just wish more people would practice that.

No one made me feel this way but the actions of those involved.  I don’t do drama, and don’t care to be involved in nonsense.  My own morals and values just do not support bullying.  That’s how I feel, and I’m not saying that anyone else should feel this way.  We don’t have to like each other’s opinions or actions, but we don’t have to start a s@#t storm over it, and we certainly don’t have to bully each other over it.

I’m so sorry for El who was dragged through this.  She didn’t deserve any of that.  What she deserves is thanks for all that she has done.  I can’t blame her from wanting to step away.  After something like that, who among us wouldn’t?  I just hope that she continues her happiness at her new blog.  I’ll be reading!

I also really hope that this isn’t the complete end of PAIL.  I still believe in it.  El is looking for someone else to take over.  I wish I was organized enough to volunteer, but I know I’m not the right person.  If you think you’re up for it you can email her at yolkblogger@gmail.com.

Blah, ok enough of that.  Lots of baby-shower-graceland-visiting-house-moving goodness coming up!