The baby isn't here yet. He's not due for another...lemme think...10 weeks, 2 days. But as of today, I officially have one job and one job only: I'm a professional mother.
Is that too early to have quit my full time gig? Well, I admit I wondered the same thing myself a time or two over the last month or so. But due to the peculiarities of my job (heavy lifting to the tune of over 2k lbs a day + constantly on my feet=one very sore and worn out Kimberly), I'm actually pretty proud of myself that I made it as long as I did.
So...now what?
Obviously, a lot of my time will be spent getting ready for Locke. I have his room to finish setting up, more things to buy and organize, and my apartment needs a thorough top-to-bottom scouring. (nesting instincts ftw!)
But first, tomorrow...(cue doom music)...3-hour glucose test!! Aiieeeeee!!!
I failed my 1-hour test pretty badly, so I'm bracing myself to find out I have gestational diabetes. I mean, I hope I don't, but I'm afraid the odds are probably stacked against me. So much so that I've already given up white sugar in every form (well, okay, I broke down and had a piece of the going-away cake from my last day at work), I've decreased my carbs and upped my proteins, and I'm going on walks after meals to help metabolize.
Other than missing ice cream, the changes haven't been onerous so far...though, I suppose I'll have to wait until I talk to a nutritionist to make sure I've actually done all the right things. The thing I'm dreading the most is having to prick my finger all the time to check my blood sugars. I'm kind of a wuss about needles! So much so that I have a deal with Matthew...for every needle with which I get stuck during this whole pregnancy thing, I get a truffle from my favorite chocolatier (Debrand's in Fort Wayne, IN). So far I'm up to 6, and tomorrow's test will shoot me up to 10. I guess the finger pricks better not count, or we'll have to declare bankruptcy to pay for the chocolate!
Don't ask me how I'm going to handle the epidural. I'm just hoping to be in enough pain from the contractions to not give a damn how big that needle is. ;)
Regardless, I know it will all be worth it. I know it every time I feel my lil guy wiggling around in my belly. :D
Wish me luck tomorrow!
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