Oh hello. Remember me? I know I haven't been around much other than the few books here or there. It's been a busy time for me. I'll just give you one huge update, mmmk?
All things pregnancy
Pregnant life has not been a happy life for me. I'm trying my darndest, but it just seems that life refuses to be nice on this journey. (I really just have WAY too much going on). Anywho- I failed my glucose screening. And then I failed my glucose tolerance test. So I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes and told to take an education class (I did) and start testing my glucose levels 4 times (that's FOUR FINGER PRICKS) a day.
Ok, so I got the news in the middle of a rough week, and it's been pretty stressful, and I cried a lot. No lie. But it wasn't bad. The diet wasn't even that hard to follow, even though yeah- it sucks to give up your carbs. I like my carbs, especially in the morning. Cereal? Milk? Fruit? I can live without sweets. But cutting carbs wasn't easy. But I did it. And I was proud of myself!
Until my glucose levels rose again. The diet stopped working. So I talked to my OB, and she put me on an even stricter diet with a follow up this Friday. I started Friday evening. I cried. A lot. It's a really strict diet. I could probably name what I'm allowed to eat quicker than what I'm not allowed to eat. As in- eat at all, not just reduce intake. I'm allowed whole wheat bread (only 1 piece for breakfast). I'm allowed peas (at least she didn't say anything about them), apples, berries, milk (2 glasses a day, NOT at breakfast), greek yogurt, pears (again didn't say anything about them), oranges that aren't too sweet. And then I'm supposed to eat tons of protein and fiber. So leafy greens and meat it is! Good thing I'm still allowed peanut butter. I'd die without at least that.
But my numbers were down again! yay! Except today, but I think I know why at least. I didn't eat a good bedtime snack last night, so I started off rough. Then I had a protein bar instead of a real food for a snack, and I think it shot my numbers up... So no more of those I guess.
But all in all, everything is going well! We aren't finding out the gender (even though we've had 3 ultrasounds and the doc said we'll have another at 36 weeks). We have names picked out. We have done a lot of prepping, and when baby comes I'll do a nursery post (because it won't be finished until after we know baby's name). We have a good amount of cloth diapers. At least for at first.
Oh, and the stats- I'm 27 weeks. I've gained 27 pounds. The doc doesn't want me gaining any more and says with the restricted diet I probably won't. I'm not so sure about this... But what the hell, right?
In other news
I spent another 2 weeks in Puerto Rico (another reason for the blog hiatus). This trip was a lot more stressful. I had to go with a guy I'm not very fond of at work (and he's not very fond of me). It makes it difficult for a pregnant woman, especially when you need help. The work was also different. We weren't just learning about the plant- we were shadowing for our actual position and doing some real work. Plus, I used my Spanish a lot more. You wouldn't think it, but it takes a lot of energy to do that. I was exhausted!
Oh, I got to use my first aid training AND Spanish all at once! It was a horrific story but it's perfect for blogging. There we were in a traffic jam. On a 4 lane road with a 4 foot median (ish). When we get up to the front of traffic, there is a man lying in the road with a helmet on. Not moving much, and very much hurt. No motorcycle in sight (which to me, is bad...). So we stop for a second, and I immediately jump out to help (hello CPR/First Aid training!). I let someone who actually LIVES in Puerto Rico use my phone to call 911 and the guy's family while I spend the next 30 minutes keeping the guy calm and still. Lucky his helmet saved his head. His arm was destroyed, though. But very little blood, so at least I didn't have to worry about that, nor did I have to provide first aid for it. The guy's name was Alex, and for the rest of my life I'll never forget him. He probably had a concussion. Later his family texted me to say thanks and informed me that he had a broken arm (probably both the radius and ulna) and a broken leg. It was one of those moments where you just react, and then afterwards you really feel proud of yourself. My story-telling doesn't at all do it justice.
So... pregnant woman helping an injured motorcyclist... It had to be an interesting moment for everyone else too. And even if they are the craziest drivers I've ever seen (seriously), they certainly care for each other. No one in traffic cared about the pace. Several got out to help and make sure he was ok. It was very nice to see such a great culture.
And on that note I think I'll end right there.