Pregnancy Week 33

7 weeks to go. Holy Shmoly. My belly has taken on weird new dimensions. I’m starting to stress. I feel time ticking away. They’ve been trying to hire a replacement for me at work. He signed today and it’s official. I means I probably won’t have to work through July 15th, and that means more than 3 weeks off before my due date. This is such a huge relief. I want to focus on my health and I don’t have enough energy right now to do everything. I want to enjoy my pregnancy too, and not just stare at a computer all day long, sitting on my butt. So that might be happening sooner rather than later. Last night and this morning I was a big stress ball because I thought things weren’t moving forward with the new hire, it had been 10 days since I’d heard anything. But bam, there you go, things are actually happening.

This weekend I tortured myself by going into La Petite Provence on Alberta St to get a coffee. Don’t worry, I didn’t eat anything. Mostly I just wished I could touch stuff and smell it. They had these HUGE free samples on the counter that were pretty torturous, but mostly I was happy just looking. I swear, after the baby is born, I’m going to have to do a “pump-and-dump” with some sugary treat, because I don’t want my baby getting a giant sugar overload, she has a high risk of having temporary hypoglycemia right after she’s born. But yeah, so tempted to do the pump and dump. I don’t even care about alcohol right now, I just want a little ice cream. Like one spoonful… mmmm so delicious and creamy. I love you very much, baby.

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I went and saw a dietitian yesterday. She told me I should be very proud of myself for the work I’ve done to get my glucose levels down. She thought my morning numbers might be higher because I’m not getting a diverse enough diet, so she wrote me up a very nice plan that involves minimal grains/breads/rices and even some fruit. I had a dinner roll last night. It was soooooo good. But today at lunch I had 2 slices of bread and I didn’t like my glucose numbers afterward. Lunchtime 2 slices should theoretically be fine, but it definitely affected my numbers so I’m going to reign it back in. No reason to go hog wild with the bread. Just being able to have a little bit makes me day so much better. So I continue to play with my numbers. The bottom line from the dietitian was: 1. Eat at regular times every day. 2. exercise major muscle groups 3 times every day, preferably after meals. 3. Cut out the stress. Here’s hoping all this helps get that fasting number down.

If I were having a hospital birth, I’d have been given pills or shots along with diet and exercise. The dietitian said with numbers as bad as mine were for the three hour glucose test, she would have assumed they would have put me straight onto meds, but my food journal numbers tell a totally different story. I think maybe it was good for her to see what a huge difference diet can make. And so I cautiously nibble on fruit and breads. I was ok without them, so I only want them if they help me. I feel proud of myself that I’ve been able to keep it up as well as I have, and I’ve only gotten sad or run down on rare occasions. But man, when I do feel run down, when I can’t figure out what to eat all day, and I can’t seem to get enough calories, come dinner time, I’m a mess. I can barely find the strength to cook and feed myself. It’s hard keeping this diet up day after day.

I’m getting so excited to meet Juniper. Tom and I were wondering what she’ll be like. I know one thing, she’s going to have lots of energy, she is so squirmy. Can’t believe it’s just 6 weeks, 5 days now til my due date. I’m of course fine to wait but something tells me she’s going to be right on time. Your first baby is on average 8 days past your due date, this one seems like she’s going to hit the gate right at the sound of the bell.

This weekend is the baby shower! Wonder if anyone is coming. Wonder if I’ll be able to eat anything at all. Wonder if it’ll be a fun party. What am I going to wear?

I finally died my hair with henna. I’ve never used henna before. I got the red color. It is RED, so red, brassy orangy red. I’m now a carrot top. Pics someday…


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