| euphrasyne ( @ 2008-02-26 11:42:00 |
Baby rant
My doctor is sticking to her due date--4/17. I'm thinking that it could be any day now. I'm having braxton-hicks all the time. Sometimes it is hard to tell if they are braxton-hicks or regular contractions.
I dropped about 2 weeks ago--all of my waistbands fit again. Considering that I've only gained 11 lb, this means great things for my wardrobe. However, I still look like a cow.
Sugar issues abound. I've been referred to a maternal fetal medicine specialist for that and my high risk history/present. Tomorrow, I see Dr. Naef. Most likely I'll get insulin. ARGH!
How in the world can I have a giant baby (concern for GD and the reason for insulin) if I've only gained 11 pounds total? The baby is not showing up as being any larger than normal on the scans or such. And though I've had some highs, my sugar ISNT that high. And I've had lows (below 70) too. I have this vision of them putting me on insulin, my sugar bottoming out and going into a coma.
In general, I really, really do not like doctors. They see you for less than five minutes every few weeks and seem to call for tests randomly rather then what would match symptoms. Quite frankly, they should have done an A1C on me months ago rather than waiting this long. I told them that they might want to run it at the beginning, but nooooooooo...... they would rather I bleed myself 6 times a day so they can ignore sugar levels of 58 and tell me not to worry. (GD patients DO NOT have low blood sugar--pretty much ever w/o insulin. In fact, having low sugars is extremely uncommon in any pregnancy.)
We're ready for the baby. We still need a few more clothes, an infant tub, and various and sundry extras, but overall we are ready. E is putting the carseat, suitcase, and birthing ball in the van today so we won't have to worry about that when the time comes.
I'm ready for this to be over. I have no energy, I feel disjointed and out of it most of the time, can't concentrate, and am generaly achy all over. Soon. Soon my newest munchkin will be making me tired in another way. Sighs. I can't wait.
My doctor is sticking to her due date--4/17. I'm thinking that it could be any day now. I'm having braxton-hicks all the time. Sometimes it is hard to tell if they are braxton-hicks or regular contractions.
I dropped about 2 weeks ago--all of my waistbands fit again. Considering that I've only gained 11 lb, this means great things for my wardrobe. However, I still look like a cow.
Sugar issues abound. I've been referred to a maternal fetal medicine specialist for that and my high risk history/present. Tomorrow, I see Dr. Naef. Most likely I'll get insulin. ARGH!
How in the world can I have a giant baby (concern for GD and the reason for insulin) if I've only gained 11 pounds total? The baby is not showing up as being any larger than normal on the scans or such. And though I've had some highs, my sugar ISNT that high. And I've had lows (below 70) too. I have this vision of them putting me on insulin, my sugar bottoming out and going into a coma.
In general, I really, really do not like doctors. They see you for less than five minutes every few weeks and seem to call for tests randomly rather then what would match symptoms. Quite frankly, they should have done an A1C on me months ago rather than waiting this long. I told them that they might want to run it at the beginning, but nooooooooo...... they would rather I bleed myself 6 times a day so they can ignore sugar levels of 58 and tell me not to worry. (GD patients DO NOT have low blood sugar--pretty much ever w/o insulin. In fact, having low sugars is extremely uncommon in any pregnancy.)
We're ready for the baby. We still need a few more clothes, an infant tub, and various and sundry extras, but overall we are ready. E is putting the carseat, suitcase, and birthing ball in the van today so we won't have to worry about that when the time comes.
I'm ready for this to be over. I have no energy, I feel disjointed and out of it most of the time, can't concentrate, and am generaly achy all over. Soon. Soon my newest munchkin will be making me tired in another way. Sighs. I can't wait.