Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, everyone!

I had a fairly uneventful cavity filling session on Thursday with my dentist. As usual, he was concerned for my comfort and safety and kept asking if I was okay, did this hurt, etc. I reassured him "You know you're doing a good job, doc, when your patient is dozing off."
So, yeah... I was numb enough to nod off during drilling and all that great stuff.
Coincidentally, I was also numb to the point where I couldn't say the words Christmas, Songs, or Fast. "Y'wanna thing thome Chrithmuth Thongs really fath?" *dribble, drool*
It took about 3-4 hours for the anesthetics to wear off, then I felt great. I am so glad to be caught up on dental work. It's so nice to be able to chew on both sides of my mouth without pain!
Even if you are a periodontal-phob, get your work done. I promise it's worth it, you'll feel so much better the day after.

In case you haven't noticed, my pregnancy widgets have changed again. Yesterday we saw the OB for a checkup, and he changed our due date back to July 7/8. I'm still really confused on whether I'm 11 or 12 weeks along, even though I'm 99% positive we concieved around the 20th of October, and I usually don't ovulate till the 18th of the month. Anyway, the OB was trying to pick up the heartbeat on the doppler, but couldn't find it, so he brought in the transportable ultrasound machine. He found the baby. Mini Gerschler has moved to just below my belly button. He was laying on his side and waved at us. No, I'm really serious. His arm and hand moved back and forth. "Hi, guys! Can you please stop disturbing my naps?"
So that was fun.
After that, I got my Christmas shopping done. Yes, I really am insane, but we knew this. At least it got done. Andy really liked his presents today so it was worth it. We went to our friends' Mike & Kathy's place for Christmas Eve supper and buddy time. Kathy had dressed their little boy up like Santa, and he was asleep when we got there and was smiling and laughing in his sleep-- too funny!
They also gave us one of our first baby presents! EEEEE!! They gave us one of those wiggle gyms where you lay the baby on its back so it can bat at the toys above. I was really tickled. I'm looking forward to using it. After we got home, I opened presents from various friends to help even up the loot under the tree (I had a lot more than Andy & Aaron thanks to various secret santas), and one of the presents was baby clothes. I was really touched. There's obviously something wrong with me if I get weepy over gifts for the baby, but not when I see the heartbeat or a body part flutter. Go figure. Anyway, I hung that up next to the little jacket we bought when we first found out we were pregnant. Needless to say, I am starting to get motivated to clean the bedroom closet so I can start putting in little stackable drawers for the baby and organize Mini Gerschler's things.
My friend Rayvin in Canada sent me a Muppet Christmas CD (Eeeee! again), and another secret santa sent me some pearl ex powders for my painting. Andy got me some great presents too, including fuzzy red slippers to match the Many Skins of Elmo robe he got me for our anniversary.
Now I'm just waiting for Sam to call us. We were supposed to go over there for breakfast, but relatives held them captive, insisting they must stay for blueberry pancakes and horse-drawn sleigh rides. Sounds like a party to me. Anyway, I can't wait to see the expression on her face when she opens the fuzzy pink monster-clawed slippers I got her. She was hoping she would get a new set of silly slippers from someone, and I think these will hit the spot. We'll bring the kids some presents too.

Well I think that's it for now. Our next appointment is to get the keloid on my ear looked at on January 7th. Then we see Clarene again the next day, and the OB towards the end of January.
I'll let you know if anything exciting or amusing happens or crosses my mind.
Have a safe, joyous, and wonderful holiday!

Monday, December 17, 2007

My Little Jumping Bean

Yes, yes. I know it's been a while since the last entry, but I didn't have a whole lot to say. It's been pretty quiet around here. I meant to update on Saturday about my anniversary, but got side tracked. I'll talk about the anniversary in a minute, but first I want to update you all on Mini Gerschler.

Today we had our appointment with the perionatalogist. We had another ultrasound, which seems puts my mind at ease as I can actually SEE and hear that everything is going the way it's supposed to. It was a long scan, and apparently Mini Gersch' didn't like it. He started jumping around. I'm not talking little blips, I'm talking SERIOUS AIR JORDAN! He'd hop 1/2 way up the uterus/womb. I was laughing so hard I started crying. I couldn't stop. It was just too funny. He was like "Dude. DUDE! GET OFF MY HEAD!!"
No more caffeine for you, Mini Gersch'.

When I told my mom she said "Wait a minute, how do you know it's a he?" I just told her, "Well, it's not very nice to call it an IT now is it?" She wasn't as nearly amused about the jumping around as my aunt was when I told her. I thought it was just about the funniest thing that's happened in a while. The humor is wearing off after not hearing a whole lot of people think it's as funny as I think it is. Andy was highly amused as well. It's good to know the baby is healthy and reacting to things. His little heart was doing 171 bpm. I thought it was a little fast, but the ultrasonographer said it was normal for this time frame. They've also got me all mixed up on my dates now. At the first scan they said 7 weeks (which means I'm 10 weeks this Wednesday), but today they measured the baby & said "You're eleven weeks, sister". Well, not in those words exactly, but I'm still confused.
So to point, we are having a Mini Gerschler some time in the summer of 2008. LOL.

I've enclosed the scans they did. You can really make out a lot more than at the first scan where we just stared into the black void and wondered what the heck we were looking at. Now we can see the eye, nose, mouth, and foot. Yay, Mini Gerschler has at least 1 foot! I guess I can't call him my little kidney bean anymore. I will have to start calling him my little Jumping Bean. Maybe just JB.

So anyway, now that we've talked about Mini Gerschler, we can discuss our sixth wedding anniversary. Andy figured it would be our last anniversary of freedom (ie: pre-kid), so he wanted to do something really special. So Friday afternoon he surprised me by coming home early and whisking me away to Salt Lake City. We spent the night at the Little America hotel, in the world's hardest bed. I like a firm bed, but not a hard one. This one was hard.
That night we walked to Temple Square to see the temple and the pretty Christmas lights. We also visited the beautiful family presentation thingy in the North Visitor Center. I recommend this for anyone who loves their family. It was extra special going with Andy and expecting our first baby. We are officially becoming a family.
So after that, we walked back to the hotel, got some dinner, and went to bed.
Andy gave me a really nice bath robe. When I opened it up, I gasped "Oh my gosh... you killed Elmo."
It's this lovely, incredibly soft, fuzzy robe... it looks like Elmo on Sesame Street got skinned a couple times. It's great.
The only downfall of the get away was that I got a big ol' blister on my toe from walking so much, so I was hobbling around the rest of the weekend. The other drawback that I'm terribly sad about is that I left my FAVORITE slippers at the hotel. My mom bought them for me for Christmas when she came to visit us in 2005... right before our road trip together. They were furry and rainbowy... much like many slain muppets. I used to joke about how many muppets I had to skin to make them. The hotel still hasn't called us back about finding them, so I'm down about that.
Can someone send me some incredibly furry, rainbowy slippers for Christmas please? They were super soft inside, and had a good rubber sole on bottom.

Anyway, at the bottom of this entry you'll find a picture from a scene at Temple Square. I guess I'll post another update after I see the dentist on the 20th or the OB/GYN on the 24th.
Enjoy your holiday festivities till then!

Thursday, December 6, 2007

The Monthly Bump, December Edition

So as I sit here eating a strawberry poptart (I swear the craving popped up out of nowhere), I consciously wonder why I'm gaining weight so fast. I know, I know, lay off the poptarts, lady. Seriously though, this is my first one in YEARS.
I wish I could offer you advice on how to keep great blood sugar numbers, or how to stave off morning sickness, or how to cope with the depression of being in a constant state of hibernation, but I can't. The fact is I'm still just a kid slowly coming to terms with, Holy Hannah, I'M having a kid, growing into the role of adulthood, and doing the best I can to manage my health. I guess that's all you really can do-- the best you can. Park a little further away from the store in parking lots, concentrate more of your diet toward the 6 food groups (milk, meat, grains, fruits, veggies, and CHOCOLATE!!), and take your meds religiously.

Okay, poptart done with. We saw Clarene today. She's my diabetes specialist in case you've forgotten. I got my due pat on the head, was told I'd be a great parent since I'm already taking such good care of baby by taking care of myself, and also had my hA1c done. It was 7.2 last month. Since my numbers have been so good, the hA1c has come down to 6.8. HOORAY! Clarene also wrote me a new prescription for my insulin since I am going through it faster. I can have up to 100 units a day if I need to... not that I'll need that much, but that's definitely some room to flex. Don't worry, I won't be naughty, pig out, and give myself 100 at any given time. I'll still stay in the 15-20 range. Clarene said it was alright that I dropped my ratio down to the 7-8 to 1 range. I'll probably be in the 6-7 range by the end of the month.

Last night we hit 8 weeks. We are officially 2 months along now, and took some new monthly bump photos. I've attached them here.

Yes my favorite shirt is as loud and obnoxious as I am.

There are mornings when I wake up, and it all seems so surreal... the fact that I'm married, that I am where I am, and that there's going to be a completely new person in my life next year. I won't be allowed to be selfish anymore. It's a lesson I'm slowly learning by knowing that everything I do and take into my body directly affects my baby. So I should enjoy the next several months, because it is the last time I will be in the limelight in the foreseeable future.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

The Tooth Fairy

One of the most important things to take care of at any point in your life is your teeth-- especially when you are diabetic or pregnant, and I am both. I say this because of my visit to the dentist today.
I haven't gone to the dentist in 6 years, because we really haven't had dental insurance until this year. So my poor mouth went unchecked, through cavities and abscesses, for 6 whole years. I used to go every 6 months when I lived at home with my mom. Needless to say, due to neglect, I had to have one of my teeth pulled today. It's not entirely fun to say the least. I was born without some of my adult teeth, and the tooth that was pulled today was one of my baby teeth. So not only do I have a hole in my mouth, I don't have another tooth to fill it in with.
Regardless of what you tell your children, there is no magical tooth fairy to give you money and make a new tooth grow in.
So, please, PLEASE, people, take awesome care of your teeth! I cannot stress this enough... my parents and grandparents were right.
Take care of them. They're the only ones you've got (teeth and parents).

On a positive dental note, my new dentist was totally awesome and I can't wait to see him & his staff again. I know this must sound insane to those of you who have periodontal phobia, but I have my excuses. The main reason was because I got to watch Monster House while my poor little abscessed, cavity-ridden baby tooth was extracted. They had a little TV & VCR set up in the corner & the nurse asked if I'd like to watch a movie. I was totally into that, but then it occurred to me I wouldn't be able to see it once they laid the chair down... but as they laid the chair down my eyes transfixed on a beautiful PLASMA TV on the CEILING!! Holy cow! Since when did technology advance to personal entertainment while in a dental chair?! I was totally mesmerized. The dentist kept asking if I was ok, did this hurt, how did that feel, etc, but I was totally absorbed by the TV & let him know that between the movie and the drugs to numb me up, "I'm highly amused right now".

I need to have 3 cavities filled toward the end of the month. The dentist was hesitant to do it now because of the pregnancy, but the receptionist convinced him to let us do it so our insurance wouldn't charge us as much.
Which brings me to another note. All these years, in addition to not having insurance, or good insurance, I was afraid the dentist would cost not only an arm & a leg, but my firstborn as well. Today's deep cleaning (picking out tartar the size of rock chips from beneath my gums), exam, anesthetics, and extraction was just over $50. HOLY HANNAH!! I'm SO going back... yes, you dental-phobes, willingly.

I've spent most of the day dealing with the weird sensation of a gap in my teeth (sticking my tongue through it like a little kid), and the discomfort of the anesthesia wearing off. I can only stand gauze in my mouth for about an hour before it drives me crazy, physically, and I let my mouth rest for about half an hour, then reload with more gauze. The bleeding is slowly tapering off. Luckily the tooth was on the side of my mouth, and its absence can't really be noticed when I grin unless you're looking really hard. At least I won't be having any more pain when I chew after it heals up.

On a side note, I get to see Clarene on Thursday. I can't wait to show her the great numbers I've been having. I think she'll be really pleased.

While the dentist didn't limit me entirely to a liquid diet, I've been trying to stick to one.. man am I craving a pop tart right now!

Saturday, December 1, 2007


Totally unrelated to my pregnancy, buuuuuut

IT SCHNOOOOOWED!! I'm so excited. I love freshly fallen snow. Best of all, I woke up to it December 1st. Snow in time for Christmas. I just hope it keeps coming down.

Now in case you can't tell what a goofball I am from previous posts, here's me being the big kid I am:

Welcome to the best month of the year, everybody!

Friday, November 30, 2007

Full of Bologna

I don't know if you can fathom how excited I am over a dumb bologna sandwich right now... unless you're a pregnant carnivore, paranoid about listeria.
Since Broberg said I could have cold lunch meat sandwiches (HALLELUJAH!) as long as they were pre-packaged as opposed to processed in the market deli, I had hubby pick me up some Oscar Meyer bologna.
Let us all sing together now with a grateful heart & full belly:
MYYYYYY bologna has a first name, it's O-S-C-A-R. My bologna has a second name, it's M-E-Y-E-R. I LOVE to eat it every day, and Broberg says that that's OKAAAAAYYYY! Cuz Oscar Meyer has a way of pre-packaging B-O-L-O-G-N-A.
And man were those 7 cheddar potato chips good, too!
I can't imagine what it'll do to my sugar. I suppose we'll find out in a few hours.

Last night was a rough night. Andy (my hubby, in case you confuse him with his brother Aaron), was all wound up and couldn't get to sleep. He just tossed and turned all night. Which, subsequently, kept me up all night. So finally I managed to drift off at about 4:30 AM, and then I had to get up at 7:30 AM to take hubby to work so I could have the car to drop off a lab collection I had to do at home. After waiting a while in the hospital, I had to get yet more blood drawn. Thankfully, the lady this morning was in better spirits, and much friendlier, than the lady who took the 6 vials from me on Wednesday.
So an hour later, I get home, test my sugar (which was good btw, not the greatest, but it was good), and have a bowl of cereal. I took all my pills and insulin, retired to the bedroom, set up the TV to switch to favorite shows for 6 hours, and KONKED OUT. Hooray for cozy snoozes in warm flannel sheeted beds with no restless hubby. I slept for about 3-4 hours. So I should be caught up on sleep for the day.

Man those potato chips were good.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Smile for the Birdie!

So I met Dr. Broberg yesterday. I really liked him! Not only was he super gentle, but CUTE! Ladies, you know what I'm talkin' about when I say most doctors usually shove the evil metal monster up our unis without a second thought. This shorter, squarer version of Doogie Howser went nice and slow, and I barely noticed it. He also encouraged hubby & I to have appointments with all of the doctors in his practice so that we can figure out who we like the best & who we want to deliver the baby. Now there's a sign of a doctor who cares about a patient & wants the best for them and their little one. I was impressed.
Plus he cleared me to continue my painting business as long as the room is well ventilated. He cautioned me however, that if I began feeling funny or whoozy at all, to get out of the room right away. So with that blessing, I will be forging forward with painting once more. I still plan to scale back my commissions a bit so I can get caught up, relax, and enjoy my pregnancy.
Broberg also put my mind at ease about my worries of not getting enough nutrition for the baby. He said there are starving people in Warsaw popping out healthy babies every day. Hey, whatever you can do to make a chic feel better, right?
In addition to our great appointment, we got in for our first ultrasound today! Our little kidney bean made his cameo appearance. He's right in between the 2 plus signs.
I think the sonographer said the little dot was where his heart was. She said I'm 7 weeks, and our due date is JULY 16, 2008. Start sending presents, everyone! Hahaha. We got to hear the heartbeat, too. At first it was just a little echo in the background, but then the technician pinpointed it and we heard it. It sounded like a freight train from 1/4 mile away. An excellent, strong 160 beats per minute. Everything looked great.
After baby made his big appearance, we ran around the hospital getting bloodwork and other labs done. I swear the lady took at least 6 vials from me, no exaggerating! I also had to have an EKG. I also have to spend the next 24 hours peeing in a jug. Joy of tremendous joys.
And since the 2 hospitals/clinics right by us don't take our insurance and/or don't handle high risk pregnancies (me), I get to have the baby at the big fancy hospital in Provo. I feel kinda bad as I don't want people to have to go out of their way to visit me... but I guess that will make it all the more special if I get visitors, knowing they had to come all that extra way to see our bundle of joy.

Well, it's been a busy, and exciting day. Now to call Ma & tell her all about our little adventure.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Gobble, Gobble

So, except for a slight difference of opinions with brother-in-law Aaron, it's been a great Thanksgiving week.
I was able to enjoy the big day without too many problems. My blood sugar was even decent after a nice slice of homemade chocolate peanut butter supreme pie, and a big helping of mashed potatoes. Okay, okay... my sugar wasn't where it was SUPPOSED to be, but it was alright for a non-diabetic, unpregnant person.
I got some purell hand sanitizer, thinking it would help me when I didn't have access to a sink. It took me only a couple of days before realizing THAT wasn't going to work. For instance, last night I made mashed potatoes, and corn, to go along with the leftovers we had. Granted, I know mashed potatoes spike my sugar big time, but I took enough insulin to counter-balance that. So you can imagine my horror when I tested 3 hours later, using the purell stuff, and get a reading of 419. HOLY HANNAH!
So I ran to the sink to have a good scrub, grumbling and what not. I retest, and it's in the 190s. Not the greatest, but definitely not 419. So hand sanitizer won't cut it for sugar taking. There goes my $3, and 6 bottles of purell.
So, yeah. We're rounding the turn into week 8 here. I've been really grateful to not have morning sickness up to this point. My appetite's been great, and I was able to enjoy Thanksgiving. The next day, guess what shows up. We had a little luncheon at our friend's, Mike & Kathy's house and somewhere between the texture of the casserole, and the sweetness of the pumpkin soup on top that I thought was gravy, I got REALLY queasy. I had hubby finish the rest of my lunch. I was queasy again last night and almost had to make a bathroom detour, but I managed to keep it down. Bile in the mouth is not pleasant. Thank heavens for sugar free icebreakers.
I guess the good Lord is telling me, "Okay, hon. I let you have your Thanksgiving, now we play my game."
Mike & Kathy loaned us "The Bible" when we told them about the impending Mini Gerschler. If you've ever been pregnant, you know what "The Bible" is: What to Expect When You're Expecting. I knew most of the stuff in there already from what I read online, but it had some good pregnancy recipes to help cope with morning sickness, as well as balance out all that nutrition. And you know how I was worried about not having symptoms? The Bible has put my mind at ease, listing a symptom that I read nowhere else online. Maybe it's no mystery to you, but flatulence is my new friend. For the past several days I have had some really mean gas, aggravated only by... you guessed it: TURKEY!!
Why doesn't anyone tell you that FARTING is a pregnancy symptom? I can finally keep up with hubby in the CO2 department.
Hubby was loaned Pregnancy Sucks for MEN. Dunno what he's gotten out of it so far, other than not to provoke Shera. Maybe Aaron should read this book.

So, we meet Dr. Broberg in just 2 days. Even though I'm aware there will be much poking, prodding, and exploring of the dark expanse of the southernmost cavern, I am looking forward to the appointment. As a diabetic, I am used to having my blood drawn & what not, and while I don't enjoy gynecological exams, I am eager to know if the baby is doing okay. The Bible has helped put my mind at ease with symptoms and physical changes I wasn't really aware of, but the rest is up to the doctor.
I also spent some time last week making appointments with the dentist (who I haven't seen in 7 years), and getting the keloid on my ear fixed. I have a cavity right now that's really bothering me, so although there will be pain and expenses, I will be finding oral relief by this time next week. The keloid will have to wait until January, as the doctor is booked solid through then. I hope being booked like that means he's really good. I am having a harder time sleeping at night due to the discomfort.
Speaking of sleeping, I am missing my 4 hour naps right about now. Already, I can only snooze for about an hour before getting uncomfortable and waking up. I tried sleeping with a body pillow last night, but unless I was sleeping with it wrong, it didn't help the situation. My legs feel all funny. It's not RLS, as I don't get tingling or anything like that. I just can't find a comfortable position for them.
Hooray for the miracle of expanding body parts.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Mmm, spicy!

So as I sit here and digest my wonderful crunchwrap supreme from Taco Bell, and all the while crave more, I can't help but feel assured that this baby is gonna fit in just fine.
Hubby teases me that I crave spicy food so much. Mainly it's just texmex stuff-- Taco Bell/Taco Time. It seems I've eaten there at least once a week since mid-October when we conceived. While I've never been a big fan of spicy food, I am married into a family that is. My brother-in-law (cute, single, sweet, and never been married for any of you ladies out there) loves hot food. The hotter the better. So I tell dear ol' husband that baby can stay up with Uncle Aaron and eat hot sauce when he's old enough.
Why can't I just crave chocodiles and ding dongs like my mother did?

As Thanksgiving draws closer, I must admit that I am relieved to not be experiencing morning sickness. This is my 5th or 7th week of pregnancy (depending on whether you count forward from my last period or when we actually conceived), and I should be busy praying to the porcelain god. However, I am surprisingly unpregnant as far as symptoms go. Oh, sure, I get suddenly tired here & there, and the girls ache a little bit, but nothing intolerable. Thus I am grateful to have a wonderful appetite at the moment and look forward to my annual Day after Thanksgiving Everything Sandwich.
This concoction of mine is a monster. Delicious, but a monstrosity. Mashed potatoes, corn, turkey, and cranberry jelly smooshed between two sumptuous slices of buttered, homemade bread. I LOVE THANKSGIVING!
It's gonna kill my blood sugar though.

Clarene (my diabetes doctor) had me on a 10-1 insulin ratio. Basically I would take 1 unit of insulin for every 10 carbs I consumed. This was doing jack squat for my sugar. You can imagine how upset I would be when my sugar was in the 190s (BAAAAAD!!), I take insulin which is supposed to make it come down, retest in an hour, and the number is HIGHER. That's right. Over 200. I was very upset. The next day I altered my insulin to an 8-1 ratio. This has been a tremendous help for me and I've noticed a big change in my numbers. For the first time in my life I'm getting a few numbers in the 80s! I hope Clarene won't be upset. I figure she probably would've changed my ratio at the next visit anyway. Now if I can just get my sugar to be that good in the morning, we'd be on to something. Remind me to ask Clarene how to do this.

Speaking of doctors, we see the OB/GYN for the first time next Tuesday (27th). I'm looking forward to the appointment, and hope that everything is going the way it's supposed to. Not having serious symptoms makes me nervous. Strangely, I find comfort on the rare occassions that I am queasy, like it's a reassurance that we really are expecting and everything's fine. Hubby said I could retest if it would put my mind at ease, but I really don't want to mock God or jinx myself.

Now the real waiting game is February when we find out what we're having. It's so annoying to go to the store with a desire to purchase things, and you really can't because you don't know for sure if it's a boy or a girl. Really, I think I'll be happy with a normal, healthy baby, and I'm doing what I can to ensure that. But we'd really like a boy first, and I can't help but drink in all the little man clothes. I know I could buy neutrals, but I really don't want a closet full of greens & yellows. Besides, some of the best stuff is gender specific.

Anyway, I feel like I could ramble on all day if I wanted to, but I'll just have to leave you hanging in suspense for now. Will Shera attack the household again? Is there someone in my life who claims to know what I'm having? Find out in our next episode in the continuing saga of a first time pregnant diabetic mom!

Thanks for tuning in!

Friday, November 9, 2007

Oh, Baby!

A week ago today I found out that I am expecting my first baby. It's kind of a funny story actually. I'm diabetic & just got off the pill in early September. Okay, well that's not very funny, but...
Last Thursday I had this great dream that I tested and it came out positive. So in the morning I tested and only saw 1 line. Keep in mind I didn't wait the full 3 mins, but just got peeved about
wasting another test & threw it in the trash. Well later that day I was thinking how one of my friends said test results only keep for like 15 mins-- this conversation came about when I told her I wanted to give a positive pregnancy test result to one of my best friends on her 25th birthday-- so on a whim (to see if what she said was true) I fished the test out of the trash and there were 2 lines. AHHHHHH!!! So I ran to the store, picked up some more, went home and tested. Right away a positive result showed up.

So I snagged husband, Andy, & we had a little cuddle in the bedroom. I asked him if he loved me & if he was ready to be a Dad, and showed him the test. He was in shock. We obviously didn't expect to get pregnant this fast since I just got off the pill in September and have PCOS/Stein Leventhal. I've joked the last few months that it would take an act of God to get pregnant right away. Well guess what. GOD LIVES! LOL.

Andy is excited, but nervous. "Ooh," he says, "New baby to hold, but ooh... baby's are expensive, but OOH OOH!! New baby to love and cuddle with". Last night we bought the baby a jacket. It was on clearance. A little green jacket with a blue rocking horse over the heart, and it says in building blocks below it "My Pony". I couldn't have been giddier.

Anyway, I'm still sort of feeling like I'm dreaming it all. It's a very surreal thing. I worry because I don't have a whole lot of serious symptoms... yet. No morning sickness, no sore breasts... I'm
just tired a lot, get whoozy when I go to stand up, and have a little indigestion (Sometimes I poke my tummy & say "Hey, you in there! Whatcha doin? You ok?" Just cuz I feel so great right now). Oh and certain smells and thoughts of specific foods make me a little queasy. Like last night Andy was cooking fajitas, and I was sitting back here in the office. I could swear I was standing right next to the onions because my eyes were watering like crazy. Suddenly I have superhuman powers! I've decided my super hero name shall be SHERA! LOL
Shera has already attacked the kitchen, reorganized all of the cabinets, and labeled all the spices. My doctor tells me nesting isn't supposed to start for several more months, but I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of Shera.

Anyway, my sugar has been great all of a sudden. (Yeah, Baby, you just take all the sugar you want, honey-- Mom don't mind good numbers!) It was bad after I stopped working at the local stable because I wasn't exercising as much or as hard, but now it's been really good-- especially after dinner. But my numbers aren't where my doc wants them, and she suggested an insulin pump. We are considering getting one. I did some reading, and they're really cool. I'll have to tell you about them if our insurance will cover the pump.

So that's all I can think of to share for now. My biggest fear is losing the baby since I am considered a high risk pregnancy with my diabetes & all. I can stand the idea of sleepless nights & morning sickness, but the thought of miscarrying after telling people we're expecting, that would just be so heart breaking. I am so excited and happy right now, I don't want to lose that feeling... though I imagine some of it will be diminished when I tell my mom. I dread telling her.
When I asked my mom last spring if she was ready to be a grandma, she said no & seemed peeved. She chided us about getting out of debt first. My friend, Sam, found out a couple of nights ago, and she said "Man, your Mom is gonna be soooo pissed." And I was like "Yup." Everyone else is gonna be thrilled for us, but my mom will probably be very upset and yell at us. Heaven forbid I be married to my husband for 6 years and wait till I'm 25 before having kids. That's just the way my mom is.

Andy and I will tell her tonight or tomorrow. Wish us luck!