Pregnancy

I'm so glad Amanda and I have been pregnant at the same time. It'll be nice to have cousins that are just a couple of months apart. She is due in August but will likely deliver early due to blood pressure issues. If anybody understands that--it's me :) It'll be interesting to see if I make it to my due date this time around.

After sitting around for two weeks waiting to hear from my doctor about the glucose test results, I finally just called them. Dr. Froerer was of course out of the office so I left a message with one of the other nurses. She called me back to confirm my dreaded fear--gestational diabetes. She said she'd have my doc call me the next day when he got in and that was that. A while later I got a call from another doctor in the clinic. He talked to me for about 15 minutes and was "perturbed" with Doc F for sitting on the lab results for so long. I don't want to rehash all the drama but basically I was pretty ticked after hanging up. He got me in for an appt. with a dietician at the diabetes clinic at TOSH the very next morning at 8 AM.

I was extremely overwhelmed after leaving the appt. Even though I figured I had it, the fact that it was official was like the final straw for me. I've allowed myself a good, long cry and will probably have many more before the pregnancy is over. It's such a pain. I'm taking an oral medication that is supposed to help me produce more insulin and it seems to be helping my numbers a little but if they haven't made more progress by my next appt, I think I'm going to end up on insulin. I sure hope that isn't the case. I feel like this diagnosis on top of the upheaval of helping my parents move (before we've even found a place ourselves) and other drama going on is beating me down pretty hard. I've been a huge grump this week and I feel really bad about it. I've had a hard time being positive and looking for the good in every situation. But I've had some time to refocus and really let the Lord know where I'm at. I know there are things I can do to improve my patience and ability to handle this stress so now I just need to do them.

In happier news--we are still pregnant and it's still a miracle and I feel blessed every single day. Baby boy is moving around a ton, mostly in the evenings and I love feeling him move. Cole has been kind of funny about wanting to feel his brother kicking around and of course I feel like every time Danny puts his hand on my stomach, the kicking stops. He's felt a few good kicks and jabs up to this point. This week I'll hit 26 weeks which is awesome. For some reason, I keep thinking about little Josie Duggar who was born at 24 weeks and survived so I feel a bit of reassurance knowing that if for some reason we were to encounter a complication--even with it still being so early, we'd probably come out okay. These are the kinds of things I worry about when my mind is prone to wander. Of course having gestational diabetes puts me at risk for toxemia which is already a concern since I had it with Cole. All I can do is follow the restrictions that I've been given and pray that everything works out. It's one thing to have diabetes and to know that I need to take care of myself but to know that it directly affects this little person inside me is pretty overwhelming.

Cole and I are staying pretty busy since he starts school next week (whuuuut). He got jipped on a summer but I don't want him to know or think that so I just keep talking about how much fun we're having and how exciting it will be to start third grade. This is our first year doing year round and it'll be interesting to see how we like it.