My midwife thinks I am “crazy” but she agreed to let me do blood sugar monitoring for a few weeks instead of the 3-hour glucose test. “You know, MC, you are the only person who has ever requested this.” I would so rather test for the rest of my pregnancy than do that horrible test. I only need to test 2 times a day (one fasting; one postprandial), twice a week for two weeks to see how my numbers look. If they are okay, I just stay on the ADA diet. If they are not okay, I start to test more frequently.
My mom gave me my dad’s old glucometer. Last year, this would have really upset me. This year, I am too spent to invest any emotional energy in being upset about it. I need to buy new test strips tomorrow.
In a strange twist, the steroids I have been put on for the colitis have nearly eradicated my nausea. I can eat! I can keep down prenatal vitamin! I actually have energy! It is awesome, actually. Too bad I am on a 4-week taper because eventually I expect all this to go away, but for now it is such a nice change of pace. I can also eat vegetables and tolerate dairy (with my Lactaid) so I am hoping she-beastie is storing up all these nutrients. I even gained a whopping pound!
I am at week 31 as of tomorrow. I regularly have about 30 minutes of Braxton-Hicks contractions when I lay down at night, which are just tightening at this point and not even painful. My sciatica is starting to act up again, so I am wary of walking long distances. It is actually a good thing I am not in Europe with my students.
We are starting to really work on the nursery. I have three major projects before she-beasties arrival: 1) downstairs: oversee building of a first-floor laundry room/new flooring; 2) nursery: paint/clean/furnish/stock; 3) research: finish article/send out book proposal/write book review. I have a babysitter for 4 hours twice a week for S, my mom will take him another afternoon, and he goes to his play-care (2 hours at a day-care providers house, mainly for socialization), so I hope I have time to get all this done. Unlike last time, I know that I will get nothing done once she-beastie arrives, so here’s to a few super-productive weeks.