Got the call Saturday to confirm from my doctor that I DO NOT have gestational diabetes (duh). After three days of separate blood draws after 8 hours fasts, my glucose levels came back as follows: 74, 75, 75. The normal range is between 70 and 100. YEAH! Not even close to the problem zone.
The nurses working in the lab told me how lucky I was that my doctor allowed me to check for GD this way. Many of the doctors will make you take the one hour test again, or at minimum the three hour test. NO THANKS. I know what my body can handle, and I think my doctor realized this, seeing as this was the second pregnancy with the same reaction to the Glucola drink of death. What I wish I had known in the past is that you can pretty much turn down any test that they want you to take. It is your body. Your baby. If you don’t want to know if there are any birth defects, etc, that is your right. It obviously would not change the fact that some would still proceed with the pregnancy.
Someone just asked me my due date at work. I told them April 2. The lady replied with, “So that means you could really go as early as March 2 if this pregnancy is similar to Kenzie’s, right?” YIKES. So yes, it could be less than two months before we have two children under two in our house. What the fuck were we thinking?
To make things even more fun and exciting, we are going to start potty training our 20 month old. Because what sounds like more fun than that while 7 months pregnant? I just cannot fathom having two in diapers. What’s worse is that my husband doesn’t get it. I think he believes that if we talk to her enough about it, she will just walk over to her little princess potty and pop a squat. Uh, no.
I explained to him that starting this weekend, she would be walking around without pants or a diaper on. His response: I already had to potty train Rory (our dog) like that, I’m not doing that with a human. We have to be 100% on board with this training method. Realistically, we should do it when we have a 3 or 4 day weekend. The good thing is that our babysitter will be on board whenever we are ready to start, so we will have that support too.
I already told him I would be cleaning up the messes out of the potty training potty because it grosses him out. It’s funny, because he loves cleaning so much. But when it comes to that stuff, no thanks. He once accidentally dropped his razor into the toilet, because our cabinet is directly above the toilet (way to plan that). He wouldn’t get it! He made me do it. There was nothing in the toilet, either – just clean water (I know, there are still germs in there, but grow up, man!) If I wasn’t home, he would have fished it out with a hanger or something, and then thrown everything away (it was a brand new razor – he is insane).
And one more win for momma: I got my husband to buy a recliner/ rocker. A crucial component to new motherhood if you are breastfeeding. I wish I had known ahead of time how important it would have been. I thought I was doing us a favor and saving us some money. In the long run, my posture and back suffered BIG TIME. It’s hard to nurse a tiny little human when you are sitting on a bed or a deep sectional couch. I felt like the hunchback of Notre Dame after a few months. And NO, the Boppy did not help me at all. Maybe my torso is too long/ too short? Maybe my arms or shoulders weren’t strong enough for feeding on demand CONSTANTLY? I really don’t know what it was, but I do know that a rocker/ recliner would have solved a lot of my issues with baby #1. Looking forward to sitting on the rocker and watching Everybody Loves Raymond reruns in the middle of the night with baby #2. I might even be able to fall asleep in that fancy chair!