So. Many. Appointments.


I had another check-up with my OB this morning.  Baby is doing great and has a nice strong heartbeat.  But because I’m on insulin and have the tiny risk of uterine rupture due to my surgery, they are monitoring me like crazy.  I’m having weekly non-stress tests, another high contrast ultrasound (which i must say i’m excited about), another OB appointment, and a consult with the surgeon who will be doing my c section.  I’m also doing a newborn care class, a breastfeeding class, and a labor and delivery tour.  So I’ll be at an appointment or class 11 times in the next month.  That said, I do know I’m lucky to have access to this medical care (and free classes) but crap I’m overwhelmed.  Especially because this is my last month of work.  But a healthy kid is that most important thing-so I’ll be at all of them.

My OB  also told me that there is a whooping cough epidemic and that anyone who holds the baby has to have a vaccination for about the first 2 months.  I trust her because she is the opposite of alarmist but I have no idea how I will deal with this.  I suppose I’ll at least ask my family to get them before they get here.  She said there has been an increase in babies getting this because there are less people getting vaccinations.  I guess i’ll just add this to my list of stuff to worry about..

Uber makes me barf

Yesterday i was craving noodle soup and went to my favorite work lunch spot. It’s an annoyingly pretentious but delicious soba place on the ground floor of the Uber office building.  After eating maybe 1/3 of my food I start feeling queasy (which happens at lease 50% of the time right now). Usually I can breathe through it until I get to a bathroom to puke. Unfortunately, I didn’t quite make it this time and I threw up in the middle of the restaurant. When i looked up this hipster guy was staring at me with his mouth open. I was mortified and everyone was staring but no one tried to help me. I asked the cashier the code for the bathroom and ran in and puked my guts out. Afterwards I felt completely fine (as is usually the case) and when i walked out of the bathroom the manager was super pissed. I apologized and ran out of there. I actually wanted to grab the rest of my food but I was too embarrassed. When I got outside I started crying and messaged my friend who assured me I would be laughing about this one day.  The one silver lining is that Uber is a notoriously bad company (especially for women) and I refuse to use the app.  I actually protested them the day of Trump’s inauguration due to their ties to the administration.  So take that Uber!


Baby Shower Awesomeness

My shower was Sunday and my amazing friends went all out.  The theme they picked was the Golden Girls-which was absolutely perfect! (nothing says baby like sassy post-menopausal women!)  I dressed up like Dorothy in a flowered suit with shoulder pads that made me look like a drag queen.  Here are some of my favorite pictures:



More diabeetus BS

warning: lots of whining below..

So my blood sugar levels continue to be a mystery.  As expected, the tiny increase in my insulin has done nothing to help my fasting levels.  But now I’m getting some high readings after my daily meals.  The most frustrating part of this is that many of the foods causing the high readings were perfectly fine 1-2 weeks ago.  I’m assuming my placenta is giving off more hormones but it totally sucks.  Two weeks ago I made this amazing pumpkin curry with brown rice and my readings every time I ate it were perfect.  I remade a huge pot of it this week for lunches and dinners and its sending my blood sugar through the roof.  This is the same for my go-to breakfasts of plain yogurt and granola or wheat toast with peanut butter.  Also, the meter I’ve been using to test isn’t exactly the most accurate.  Today I tested two minutes apart and there was a 12 mg difference.

I’m feeling a bit of a guilt because I want to do the best I can for the baby.  Every time I get a high reading I think about how they said I could be increasing her changes of getting diabetes.  Rationally, I know i’m being unreasonably hard on myself but it still worries me.  I’m hoping my call with the nurses on Friday will chill me out.

I also had a crappy confrontation with a woman on the subway this morning.  She was sitting in the pregnant/disabled seats and I asked if I could sit down.  She gave me a very rude/skeptical look and I got annoyed and said “hey, if you don’t need this seat, I’d like to sit down because I’m 8 months pregnant!”  She glared and me, got up, and said “well I couldn’t even tell.”  Arghh… First of all, I look really pregnant but even if I didn’t she should still be prepared to give up the seat if she doesn’t need it.  Also lot of disabilities aren’t visible and she should give people the benefit of the doubt.

Ok rant over.  On the positive side, only 4.5 weeks until maternity leave!

How are you feeling?

This is the most common question I get. People are definitely being kind asking and I feel like such a Debbie downer when I answer honestly. I usually decline to tell them about my daily projectile vomits and struggles with my blood sugar and answer ” ummm… ok.”

The insulin has done nothing to help my fasting levels and just feels like an exercise in futility. They told me to increase it by one tiny unit tonight and the nurse acknowledged that this would likely do nothing to help but that she is only authorized to increase it by 20% every three days. She also said I should wake up at 3am the next few nights to check my blood sugar. I swear they are just fucking with me at this point.. Here is my typical bedtime ritual these days:

My work threw me an amazing shower last week. Everyone chipped in and generously gave me a bunch of money toward daycare. It was seriously the perfect gift. They also decorated pages of good wishes for my baby. This included a lot of dinosaurs, cats, and social justice messages. I feel so lucky to work with such awesome people!

So I’ve had my gestational diabetes generally under control since my diagnosis. The big exception has been my fasting blood sugar levels ( the time when I fall asleep to when I wake up). It’s really counter-intuitive because you would think my numbers would be lower while fasting. The nurses explained to me that after a certain amount of fasting, your body ( when you have GD) puts out more blood sugar. I have tried everything they have told me to do which has mainly consisted of eating late-night snacks so my body isn’t without food for more than 9-10 hours. It’s been annoying because I’ve been exhausted so I’m setting an alarm for midnight so I can eat cheese or other protein. Unfortunately, this hasn’t worked and I have to start taking insulin. Given all the ups and downs of this pregnancy, I’ve just kind of accepted it because there is nothing I can do about it. Also, I’m not afraid of the needles considering the 200+ I injected myself with during IVF. It also helps that they have assured me this isn’t because I’ve done anything wrong and that it will go away right after I give birth.

In more positive news, my work is throwing me a baby shower tomorrow and the epic shower my friends are planning is next weekend! And I have been taking full advantage of the huge claw foot tub in my bathroom. I swear baths are the best when you are pregnant.