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29 Weeks

OK! I am soo over days where I have to stand for hours and hours. Holy aches and pains. My ribs and my feet were suffering the most. I've finally found some time to chill on the couch and it has been very nice. I really haven't had much of a chance to be a lazy preggo.

I had my glucose screening this week, and bad news... they said my results were high. This isn't the worst thing that can happen but I have to have another (longer) test in a couple of weeks to fully determine if I have developed gestational diabeetus. If I do, it can cause problems like a huge fatty baby (more difficult delivery).  I've done all kinds of restrictive diets in the past, but I've never monitored my sugar intake. It is a new one for me. Admittedly, I have consumed a lot more sweets since I've been pregnant than I normally do. So I am trying to be cautious about the sweets until my second test.

I had the test in the morning, then I went to get some lunch from the grocery store. For dessert, I picked up two mega delicious looking chocolate covered cream puffs, came back to the office, and right before I was about to eat one, I received the phone call about my test results. BUH! I ended up giving the lovely puffs away. Oh well.

I had my monthly baby doctor appointment this week also, and I had to get a shot in my arm and a shot in my butt. One was a vaccine for tetanus, diphtheria, and pertussis, and the other was the rhogam shot for mah blood. Its pretty weird, but since I have rh negative blood and Tim has rh positive blood, mah blood can create antibodies that attack future babby's blood and bad bad things can happen. I had never heard of such a thing before, and it still sounds very sci-fi to me, but whatever. blood.

The vaccine shot in my arm really hurt afterwards, and it kept me from being able to sleep on my left side for several nights, which sucked because that meant I had a whole ONE sleeping positions. Now, 4 days later, it's still a bit tender.

In further bad news, I got more test results and I am anemic. So I have to go get me some ferrous sulfate iron supplements and take them in addition to my prenatal vitamins. BOO bad test results! I am not surprised that my bad results are both diet related, though. I have been eating pretty poorly. The holiday and wedding brought a lot of snack foods and desserts, and not a lot of healthy stuff. I think I had 4 pieces of cake at Anna's wedding... one of which I shoved into my mouth whole on a dare (a dare I made myself). Aunt Marge thought it was hilarious.

The not so good test results have made me feel a lot more paranoid and worried. I realize now that I had developed a bit of an invincible attitude when it came to food, as someone who is normally very health conscious, I think I was just excited to have an excuse to eat a lot of chips and cake. I also started consuming a LOT more dairy, thinking that was covering a lot of my nutrition. It certainly provides some things I need, but also lacks much. I dunno why... but its like I am disappointed in my own pregnancy performance and I feel ashamed. Its time to get back on track. Who wants some plain oatmeal?!?! [groaning] meeeee??




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