The Joys of Pregnancy

A quick sum of things is that once again I have GD (gestational diabetes). After 5 glucose test (10 weeks-twice, 20 weeks, 28 weeks, and 30 weeks), did I mention I hate that drink, the doctor finally decided it was too close to call and start monitoring my sugar. Lovely.

To make things even better Jarom likes sweets even more than me BUT he can eat them. He ate a piece of cake tonight to finish it just to make another dessert now that it's gone. Oh and we still have cookies. Yummy cookies. Someone tell me how I'm suppose to watch my sugar with it sitting in my face. I have little self control.

Not only do I not have self control but major denial issues. I cannot praise my visiting teaching companion enough, who is my food expert, for helping me through this. I love you Lara. I cried for days. Denial is real. Being 29 and hearing you have diabetes (I know it's only temporary) plus they thought I might have gall bladder problems!? My instructions was "go to little or no fat diet" and then my OB says "no sugar." That's a lot for someone my age to take in when you consider yourself pretty healthy, not obese, and no family history of either health issue. Being in that rare 3% is very depressing. Having someone tell you you are "unhealthy" in my translation kills me. I just don't get it. But I'm coping. Can't you tell?

Despite the major mood swings this time around, another round of progesterone, being lactose intolerant (or possibly gall bladder, whatever), GD, and a varicose vein, I've even had to wear the mommy-belt, pregnancy hasn't been all that bad. Really.

Being huge isn't so bad. It's obvious I am pregnant just not so obvious with how many. People at this point think you're "cute." I think round people are cute too.

I still wear heels to church no matter what my doctor says. It's a must. I refuse to wear flats. Thankfully, my feet and ankles don't swell. Knock on wood.

Feeling the baby move is fascinating. It makes it real.

I know this doesn't last forever and I've never even made it 9 months.

I love hearing my boys talk about the baby, what they want to name it and what it will be like. They still have no concept of how the baby comes out but I'm in no hurry to rush to details on that matter. Hyrum can't wait for the baby. . . he thinks. He says he will "talk to it and pet it." I'm already at peace with my future helper.

It's always an excellent conversation starter and I'm never one to miss a little chat.

I love being a mom. Being pregnant humbles me and reminds of this little miracle I'm playing a role in. It is amazing.

I'm weird about babies and don't hold other people's newborns. I can't explain. It's weird. But I sure love holding my own. Even more I love watching Jarom hold our newborns. I makes me fall in love with him every time.

Now I'm down to the wire and just waiting for this little fella to join our family. Then I'm heading to Krispy Kreme.