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Moving, Gestational Diabetes & Cholestasis…Oh My!

7 Feb

Its official – we have moved into our new house!

Little batches of stuff had been trickling to the new place over the preceding week. However, our official moving day to get everything out of the rental was this past Saturday. We were super lucky and had a bunch of strong, manly guys [insert grunting noises here…] to help us make the process go as smoothly as possible. Everything was loaded into our new house by noon, with the moving boxes generally going to the correct rooms (or at least the correct floors of the house).

We went back to the rental on Sunday and cleaned the heck out of the place so that it’s ready for the next renters. So it feels good to be done with that and fully on to our new house. Now, it’s just a matter of unpacking everything and making the house into our home.

Of course, it looks like we might have a little less time to do that then originally anticipated. At my doctor’s appointment on Friday we discussed the specifics of my double diagnosis of gestational diabetes and cholestasis.

It seems like the gestational diabetes will be manageable, just really annoying. Basically I have to eat a super healthy diet and keep an eye on the amount of carbs I’m ingesting. I have target carb goals for each meal that I need to stay under, so figuring out what I’m allowed to eat is taking a little more thought than usual. Since I don’t like the taste of diet sugars, this also means I’m going cold turkey on soda and coffee until the end of my pregnancy. Yikes – I miss the caffeine already! I have a handy, dandy little insulin testing machine that honestly doesn’t hurt much at all. It’s actually kind of cool in an immediate gratification kind of way to see whether I’ve done well at each meal by testing my blood sugar an hour later.

The cholestasis is a bad mamma jamma though. Basically if I go all the way to 40 weeks of pregnancy, the baby may die. Actually, he can die at any time due to this condition and there is nothing I can do about it. Which is pretty much the most terrible and scary thing a doctor has ever said to me.

Starting this Thursday and continuing twice a week for the next 6 weeks, I get to go to the doctor’s office to do a special test where I spend 1 ½ hours hooked up to machines to check on the baby. As of now, the plan is to induce me to deliver at 36 or 37 weeks, but if he seems as if he is in distress I may have to deliver sooner.

It’s pretty understandable that I had a bit of a crying freak out in my car after leaving the appointment. However, I have an amazingly awesome friend who also was considered a high risk pregnancy that talked me down out of my hysteria. She went through the twice-a-week tests for another condition, ended up delivering early and her baby is perfectly fine. So it helped me a lot to hear her take on things.

Now that the news has digested a little bit, I’m able to concentrate on the bright side. Although cholestasis is quite rare, many women do end up having perfectly healthy babies. Hopefully our baby will be healthy and born at 36 weeks, which is considered full-term, probably just a little skinny (which is most likely a good thing considering my husband is 6’4” and I’ve been concerned about having his giant baby).

Until then, we get to see our baby a lot with twice weekly ultrasounds. I now have an incentive to learn how to eat healthy again, which is good news for dealing with that post-pregnancy weight. Also, since I will be induced then I won’t have to worry about spontaneously going into labor at an inconvenient time or place. I’ll know exactly when it’s going to happen so that I can plan around it with both my work schedule and life in general. This is pretty much the most awesome thing ever for a Type A personality like me.

So instead of having until April 13th to get everything ready for the baby, we now have until March 16 (ish).  Which means the next 5 ½ weeks should be quite interesting!


Hulking Out

2 Feb

I’m feeling a little grumpy today.

Well, actually I feel like if one more thing falls on my shoulders I might freak the heck out and start screaming and throwing things.

However, since I’m working until past 9:00 tonight, I’m going to have to somehow keep that under control so that I don’t scare the crap out of my super nice new coworkers.

Most of the problem is the fact that I haven’t slept for more than 1 ½ hours at a time in the past few weeks. Every hour or so, I wake up for various reasons. I can usually get back to sleep pretty quickly, only to wake up again before my body even really gets the chance to relax. I know that this lack of sleep has made me a little less (okay, a lot less) easygoing.

My double diagnosis of gestational diabetes and cholestasis has also pissed me off. I’ve moved on from the “poor me” internal whining and I’m now at the angry stage. I’m angry that I need to take off work for a couple hours on Monday to meet with a special dietician who will inform me what I’m now allowed to eat and teach me how to use a glucometer. I’m pissed that I have to use a glucometer at all – much less poke myself 4 times a day from now until my baby is born. And I’m really annoyed about the fact that I’m going to need to follow a special diet. I HATE diets! The only thing that makes them worthwhile is when you lose weight and you’re so pleased with yourself for sticking with the hard work that made it happen. Well, since my goal (right now) isn’t to lose weight, it is just adding to my irritation.

Something else adding to my hulk-like anger… moving. We just moved three months ago, so the fact that we need to pack everything up again to move really sucks. Now, the good part is that we’re doing our “final move” into our amazing new house. The bad part is that I really wanted a couple projects completed at the house before we moved in, and they’re just not happening. I don’t have a spare moment to do them. In fact, I haven’t even had a chance to pack up our current house. I really like things to be nice and orderly, such as our last organized move. This move, however, is the opposite of organized and it’s driving me nuts.

Lastly, on my scale o’ anger, is revisiting checked off items on my list. Once I complete something and check it off, it should be DONE. I shouldn’t have to go back and forth a few more times to revisit the issue. For example, we settled on the house last Friday. So why in the heck is our mortgage company still annoying the crap out of me for more recent paystubs? We bought the house already, get off my back!

If I could just get through today I have a feeling that my Oscar the Grouch-ness will subside. Tomorrow will be a mess of packing, moving and meeting with the doctor – but at least things will be getting done. Once Saturday night hits, one way or another everything will be at our new house. Then, it’s just up to us to run around and unpack things.

I feel like I need to keep chanting “I think I can, I think I can” to keep myself going. Actually, that’s not a bad idea. Maybe I need a special “I’m not going to kick anybody in the face*, I’m just going to get through the next couple days and maybe even relax on Sunday” ipod mix.

There will definitely be this song on the mix:


Actually, just watching that video (for probably the 36th time) made me smile and relax a little.

I think I can, I think I can…

*Who am I kidding? At 7 ½ months pregnant my foot can barely kick high enough to reach a knee. You should see me try to put on my shoes, it’s pathetic.

Our Dream Come True

28 Jan

As of 1:30pm yesterday afternoon, my husband and I are now the proud owners of our new house!

It took about 1 month from the very first time we saw the place from outside (on Christmas Day) until they handed us the keys. I can’t believe how quickly things came together and I’m so excited to move in and start ripping things apart!

Actually, not so much in that order.

My dad, brother and husband will be going to the new house today to start on a couple tasks — mainly moving the kitchen island, installing a mailbox and switching out two lights.Then on Sunday the same awesome crew, in addition to me and a friend will be painting a couple of the rooms that I just can’t live with.

It’s been suggested by a few people that I include house renovations/decoration in my blog, so you’ll probably be hearing more about this and seeing before and after pictures too.

Until then though, I’ll be on the high of finally achieving a dream that Travis and I have been talking about for the last 2 -3 years!

Itchy, Scratchy & Whiny

24 Jan

I have a confession to make.

And I’m going to apologize in advance, because this is something that most women really don’t want to hear – especially if they are currently pregnant or have previously been pregnant. So I’ll understand if you curse at me under your breath.

I’ve had a really easy pregnancy.

The first trimester is known for some fatty boombatty weight gain and massive morning sickness. Yeah, I didn’t have any of that. I never felt sick. I didn’t have any aversions to food or strange cravings. I didn’t have morning, afternoon or evening sickness. Oh, I did temporarily lose my taste for coffee, but that came back after a couple months. Pretty much the only thing that happened was my tummy immediately stuck out and I got even more, um…bosomy.

I figured that I’d gone through so much other drama, that maybe this was where I’d luck out. I’d had friends with complications or 8 months of “morning sickness” so I truly knew how lucky I was. I was appreciative of each and every day of feeling good. But yes, I’ll admit I was a bit smug inside my own head at how awesome I was at this pregnancy thing.

The second trimester was easy peesy too. We found out the sex of our baby super early on and all the additional tests, doctor’s appointments and sonograms went well. I had some acid reflux issues, but I’d had those before I was pregnant – so I didn’t even know if they were the same or worse than before. I didn’t have any of those crazy hormone breakdowns of crying or randomly yelling at my husband.* We also agreed on a baby name super easily and only went back and forth on middle name options for a month or so.

The only yucky thing was that I can’t seem to sleep – I’m up a few times a night to either use the bathroom, quiet the dog down (long story, apparently he has decided that he is high maintenance), or just sit there and stare at the clock. However, I’ve gone through bouts of insomnia many times before, so that wasn’t exactly something new in my life.

Oh and my husband totally earned extra brownie points because he said that I was “making pregnancy look easy” by still dressing pretty cute and not getting super fat. Apparently, I’m one of those lucky ones where all of the baby is sticking out in front of my tummy like a bowling ball.

Yeah, you kind of want to kick me in the shin right now, right?

Actually, I want to kick me – I sound like a total brat. This is why when people asked me how my pregnancy was going I’d just say “fine” and leave it at that. Nobody wants to hear someone brag about how great they’re doing.

Well, the reason I can tell you this now is because it’s all gone to hell in the third trimester. And here is where the whining begins:

In the last couple weeks my acid reflux has gotten so bad that I’ll wake up in the middle of the night to be sick. So sick that I’ve actually burst blood vessels in my eye. Yeah, it’s THAT awesome. Because the best way to get that much needed REM is by being startled awake with just enough time to run and hurl into the toilet.

I had my glucose test, which is a fabulous little thing where you drink a yucky drink and then have your blood drawn an hour later to see how your body dealt with the sugar. Well, after multiple needle pricks (my veins suck and it always takes the technician multiple tries to find one…and did I mention, I HATE needles?) they finally took my blood. And I failed the test. So I get to go back and do the three hour version of the test on Friday. I have to take off work to sit around in the lab for three hours, being poked every hour on the hour to take some more of my blood. If I fail this next test, I will have to follow a special diet for the rest of my pregnancy and may even have to go on insulin. Oh, and many women who get gestational diabetes go on to develop type 2 diabetes years later. So let’s all cross our fingers that the first test was a fluke and I’m actually fine.

My last complaint is about itching. Imagine that you’ve walked into a bunch of poison ivy and got sunburn all over your body at the exact same time. Now imagine that when you scratch the itchy area, instead of relieving the itch it just makes it angry and it itches even worse. That’s how I’ve been feeling.  It is a non-stop, itchy, “my skin hurts and itches so bad I want to fill a tub with calamine lotion and bathe in it” kind of feeling. Yup, yet another reason that I can no longer sleep at night (this has got to be great practice for the baby, right?).

My wonderful friends on Facebook have recommended lots of different lotions and potions, some of which actually help a little bit. The problem is that the insane itching and some other symptoms I have are pointing towards a condition called cholestasis.

I’m hoping that it’s just normal pregnancy itchiness and I’m just a big wimp. However, until I get my blood test results (probably next week) I will be freaking out because cholestasis can be very dangerous for your baby.

Best case scenario: it’s just normal pregnancy itchiness and I’m going to have to deal with it for the next 11ish weeks until the baby is born.

Worst case scenario: Well, let’s not talk about that. But it may be very likely that the baby will have to be delivered at 37 weeks to protect him.

So, that’s my answer to “how is your pregnancy going?” Honestly, the last 7 months have been great. And it might be great again in another week or so when I have all my latest test results back. But for the moment, I’m going to whine.

I swear I’ll get over it quickly though; nobody likes a whiner…probably even less than they like a braggart.

Luckily I’ve got lots of exciting stuff to keep my mind off my issues – we’re going to settlement for our new house on Friday afternoon and will be slowly moving in over the next couple weeks. My awesome friends have also planned a baby shower for me this weekend and I’m super looking forward to seeing a bunch of my friends & family and opening cute and soft baby presents.

Well, would you look at that – I’m feeling better already.

Now about that tub of calamine lotion…

* At THAT time. Since then I’ve totally ripped his head off for moving the cords where we set up our cellphones. Really. And yes, it was as stupid as it sounds.

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