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32 weeks

Meh. Well this sucks. Gestational diabeetus is official: I have been given a monitor and have to check mah blood 4 times a day. I have a feeling that I will have to limit my diet even more now that I'm actually checking my levels. The dietitian said it needs to be under 120 two hours after I eat. Last night I had some pizza and two hours later it was still 144. The dietitian said with the meter I can narrow down the foods that cause my glucose levels to spike, and kinda figure out what I can and cannot handle. Apparently not two pieces of pizza. :(

I am just kind of an emotional mess about the whole thing. There's a little voice inside me that keeps whimpering "It's not fair!" and then I want to cry. I feel so unsure about EVERYTHING I put in my mouth. I am struggling to find things to eat, and then I worry that I am not eating enough for the baby to grow properly. This is becoming even more difficult as I have to check my blood 4 times a day, and it has to take place after 2 hours without food. Therefore I have to actually avoid eating over certain periods of time. That seems insane and stupid to do while pregnant. Doesn't it?! I feel like I'm on the strictest diet of my life during a time that I should not be dieting at all.

Ok, lets talk about happy things. The nursery was painted and the closet in there was prepped for baby size items. We put two curtain rods in there, along with some shelves and buhdorable little baskets. I think its gonna turn out to be really cute and I am excited about it. The colors will be white, cream and light warm grey with shimmery oceany blue and light dusty teal. I got these pretty paper stars at JoAnns that are embroidered with silver threads and I think I'm gonna put those in there too. Trying to keep it gender neutral, but at the same time I am very drawn to the ethereal/dainty baby decorations.

I think, I hope, I am now set with maternity clothes. I bought 3 small batches of them over the past few weeks. I was doing pretty well with regular tops and things that were looser and/or empire waisted, but even loose tops became too short and awkward looking once the bump passed a certain point. I tried to pick simple, timeless new things that I could wear for another pregnancy. I have one pair each of shorts, capris, long pants, and jeans, then about 4 maternity dresses, 3 basic tanks, and 5 or 6 cute tops. The website ASOS has been a lifesaver.  I think it is really fun to wear maternity clothes, well at least now that I have found some that I like. Things are made to be really comfortable and effortless, and a belly makes them look cute. It's kinda like having a built in accessory all the time, ha.

New in the "Too Much Information, Lynn..." department: my left boob started leaking during this past week. It has only happened at night, and only on nights that I was free-boobin' it. Nothing from Righty yet. C'mon, Righty, you slacker. When I realized what was happening, I was both excited and grossed out.  I need to get me some little washable breast pads so I don't have an embarrassing mishap at work or something. Call me Ol' Leaky Tits.




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