No, really, guess!
Hint: it has something to do with the pink elephants.
(You’re no fun…)
(Even though I, technically, didn’t give you a chance)
(I think it’s my lack of patience that’s really the issue, here)
Anywhoha…guess who got a phone call yesterday about the pink elephants?
And do you know what the
pink elephants nurse said?
I PASSED MY GLUCOSE TOLERANCE TORTURE TEST!!
No three hour glucose test for me! No gestational diabetes! No low carbish type diet (because OMG. You all know how THAT kind of diet ends up…and it isn’t pretty…aka The Binge)!
It’s like every day I’m thismuch closer to having a totally textbook pregnancy. Honestly, I really couldn’t have asked for an easier first trip down pregnancy lane.
(Hopefully I didn’t just jinx myself)
I feel like I should go out and celebrate the fact that my pancreas is still doing its job by eating a giant piece of cake. Except, that probably wouldn’t feel very celebratory to my pancreas and a giant piece of cake doesn’t even sound appetizing to me at the moment.
C’est la vie
I’m trying to convince myself to go to the gym while the rest of me really just wants to go back to sleep.
Obviously, I have no idea what is going on with my body…but my suspicions are beginning to believe that whenever the sprout is going through a growth spurt, I become super tired for a few days. He’s growing and
taking stealing more of my energy…the energy I need to exercise…
Also? The little sprout is getting ridiculously strong. Last night, I was apparently laying in a position that didn’t suit his acrobatic skills practice and he legit kicked me so hard I jumped.
I have no idea how to classify an “active” baby in utero, but this child moves around ALL. THE. TIME. In the beginning, when he first started moving around, I would get super excited when I felt a tiny little punch or kick.
I stop what I’m doing if he’s NOT moving.
I have no idea when I’m supposed to start the “kick counts” to make sure he’s moving around enough, but I’m pretty sure that the sprout will be going for an all time record. He’s made from two people who see competition as a way of life, so it’s only natural he’d follow suit.
(and I know close to zero about kick counts and when to start them, other than once they start, I should do them daily, just like kegals)
Oh! Totally random and completely unrelated to anything about the sprout but this weekend?
(This is just where my brain goes, people. There is no method to the madness)
I’m not sure how I want it cut, yet. All I know is that it is super long and desperately needs some TLC. I put together a folder on Pintrest with “potential” styles – which one do you like?
(the short one is out. Tim was all, “I can’t do you with short hair”….though I think he meant he couldn’t “see” me with shorter hair…….)
And on that note, since whatever it is I’ve been saying is completely random and meandering, which I’m sure is beyond boring to
suffer through read, I’m off to continue to try and convince myself that the gym is a good idea…OMG. SO. TIRED!
PS: I can’t wait to show you my new “bump” picture! I think I’m actually making progress! Or the sprout is making progress…one of those.