We had another big ultrasound at the high-risk doctor’s office on Monday, which was the 30 Week mark. We got a few decent-ish 3D pictures of Poppy (although we are now calling her Snoopy more often because of Hutch and his recent obsession with Charlie Brown.) She was moving a ton, which made parts of the ultrasound difficult, and she seems to like to have her hands up by her head and mouth all the time, so it was tough to get a good shot of her face, but I think these give us an idea of what she’ll look like! Although these pictures are always somewhat creepy, I love those cute cheeks, button nose and little puckered mouth.
In this picture, she’s opening her eyes!
As for the “other stuff” mentioned in the title of this post…I’ve been a terrible memory-keeper over the last few months, as those of you (my mom) who actually follow the blog can probably tell. The pregnancy, full-time work and all of the transitions happening in our house have caused me to have a LOT less time to blog, take pictures, edit pictures and journal. Thus, most of the posts come directly out of my phone, which doesn’t lend itself to storytelling. But, things got even MORE hectic about a month ago when I got the call from my OB that I’d failed the Gestational Diabetes test. <Note: here’s where I’m writing a bunch of detail that is really more for ME than anyone else, because I know I will forget all of this shortly with the sieve that has become my brain in recent years.> I know that I always run high on my fasting blood glucose tests when not pregnant, but I passed the last pregnancy, so this was a whole new can of worms. And not a FUN can of worms, if there is such a thing. Basically, within a week, I had to start eating balanced carb/protein meals and snacks every 2-3 hours, prick my finger 4x/day with the little fingerprick/blood glucose measuring kit you see here –> and basically worry all the time about passing and failing tests and the potential damage that it’s doing to Poppy and the risk that it sets her up for in the future (diabetes). The good news is that now, with roughly 3 weeks of data, I am not failing my post-meal testings (for the most part). Even when I DO fail, it’s never by more than 10 points and usually it’s by 1-2 points. (For those not in the know, your post-meal blood glucose level shouldn’t be higher than 130 and I aim for around 110-115.) BUT, I fail every single fasting test, meaning that now that I wake up a half hour earlier to test and eat. I prick my finger immediately upon waking and most of my readings, without medication, were coming up between 110-115, when they should have been <92. So, with much trepidation that I’m now learning is not really necessary, I started glyburide about a week ago. I started the first two nights by taking a 1/2 tab of 1.25mg at bedtime, but still failed the fasting the next mornings. So, then I upped it to 1 full tab for the next two nights and still failed. When I asked the doctor what to do when I saw him on Monday, he said these are such low amounts that this is the amount that we should all be given when we order a pizza to help stabilize our blood sugar (he was joking). So, he said, up it to 2 tabs and then take 1/2 at 4am if my level was climbing. Yes, 4am…. Oh, one of the things that I forgot to mention earlier is that every time you switch doses (which has been almost daily for me), you’re supposed to wake up between 2-4am to test your bg level to make sure that you’re not too LOW and going hypoglycemic. Only one time was I even close (at 76) to going too low. So, in addition to my regular pee-breaks in the middle of the night, I’m constantly waking myself up naturally (or unnaturally, as it would be) to check the clock and see if it’s time to test in the middle of the night. And now he wanted me to add a PILL in there at 4am!?!??! I tried it 2 nights ago and it didn’t work. I still woke up with a fasting of 115. So, now last night I did 2.5 before bed, tested at 2am (bg=91, which told me I’d be over by 6:30am) and sure enough, at 6:30 I was at 115. It’s like my body just wants to be between 110-115 when I wake up. All of this, as it might sound from above, is enough to drive a woman bonkers. And it has. I’m really trying to push through it and put it in perspective, but the exhaustion that goes along with this (plus the normal pregnancy hormones) had really brought me down. A LOT.
In addition to the physical stress, work (for me) has felt more stressful over the past few weeks. Then Hutch seems to be having a lot more ups and downs over the past few weeks (especially on the weekends when it’s just us with no break) and THEN, the big stuff is all the change that’s happening in our house. In the beginning of February, we went to IKEA. I posted this post while there, and little did I know the foreshadowing. :)
I jest about how bad it’s been, but there have been some difficult moments as Buck has born the brunt of putting together a boatload (well, a U-Haul rental van) full of IKEA furniture for our house. Here’s a snap of how just the cardboard (plus some other stuff that’s been relocated) that all of this particle-board was packed in has destroyed our dining room:
So, here’s the rundown of what has happened. And, I’m so lame for not taking before pictures to go with the after pictures, but this is what’s happening as things are rapidly changing and I can’t let it get to me.
- We got rid of the queen-sized bed in the guest bedroom downstairs to make way for our office stuff. This unfortunately leaves us with no guest bedroom, so our family/friends are going to have to make do with an air mattress, sleeping bags or the lovely hotel down the street that we will gladly pay for when they come visit.
- We moved all of our office stuff downstairs into the old guest room. Here’s a picture of the setup, but please note, it’s sill a mess that we’re cleaning up:
- Then, Buck built two new wardrobes in our closet to replace the nothingness that was there before (well,not nothingness, but it was just a dresser/clothes-hanging bar on each side…I always hated how all of my clothes were exposed). So, now it looks a lot cleaner:
Here’s the rub: Buck had been using the normal-sized closet that was in our office for all of his clothes for the last almost-7 years, while I used 3/4s of this space for all of my clothes. Now that Hutch will be in our old office, most of Buck’s clothes are going to need to be moved out and into our bedroom or the hall closet. I curse the people in the 1960s who didn’t feel like they needed closet space when they were building houses! Anyway, that whole “culling down your wardrobe” thing is the next thing on both of our lists…I thought we were going to become those summer/winter wardrobe people, but that doesn’t really work in Seattle much, where you might need a sweater well into summer…Or you might wear a t-shirt with just a hoodie over it in November. So, we’ll see. Maybe we’ll just become those awesome minimalists that have closets that look like what you see at California Closet..although I always scoff at those ridiculous closet displays and say, “Who can survive with just three sweaters in their wardrobe!?”
- Next up: Putting together Hutch’s bedroom. We got him a big-boy bed and just left the old console in there to hold a lot of his toys, which we are hoping to move out of the living room to make way for a swing and baby space. Last summer, we got some really amazing Star Wars poster prints at Bumbershoot’s Flatstock Festival. We had no idea what we’d do with them when we got ‘em, but after having them matted and framed, we decided to put them in Hutch’s room and force the Star Wars fanatacism onto him. I hope he doesn’t end up hating us for it. :) We’ve sort of ended up with a little collection of Star Wars things as a result of this decision, so Buck found some awesome faux-mink Star Wars sheets on clearance at Target, I found some Yoda “Easter baskets” at Target and then we already had a Yoda and Obi-Wan at home, so his new room is pretty much blinged out with theme stuff. It’s still got our laundry in it, because he’s not sleeping in here yet, but here’s the rough look and feel (sorry so dark, all of these are non-edited phone pics):
Even though he’s not sleeping in the bed yet, he LOVES going into the bedroom and getting into the bed and hiding under the covers with one of us. Then, he makes the other one be a giant and come scare/tickle him. He says, “Mama, will you be a GIANT??????” and then I have to stomp down the hall and say “Fee Fi Fo Fum” and he pulls the covers over his head and snuggles up to Papa and waits for the tickles. It’s pretty cute. And, he’s spent a few half hours playing with the few toys we’ve brought in already, so hopefully it’ll be a welcoming space for him and when he decides he wants to move in, it’ll be ready!
- The last thing was cleaning up the living room…We got some cube shelves at IKEA and put books/toys in and recovered a bunch of floor space, which I feel like makes the room look less messy. I still don’t know where a swing/baby mat goes, but I’ll figure that out in a couple of weeks.
Well, that’s about as much time as a I have to update on where things are in our life…I have lots of cute Hutch videos and pictures and stories on my phone, but that’ll have to wait for one evening when I don’t immediately fall asleep post-Hutch-put-down or a weekend naptime when I don’t sleep or work on house stuff. I’m really trying to work hard at not beating myself up for letting time and these memories slip through the cracks and hopefully just know that I’ll get there someday. The pictures are taken, they just aren’t posted. I will hopefully remember the stories that go with them and get ‘em all shared at some point.