Oh hey. Remember me, your blogger friend? How’s it going? I feel like I’m finally coming out of my pregnancy-induced state of constant sleepiness, which apparently is weird timing because I’m in my first week of my third trimester and apparently that’s when I’m supposed to start getting tired.
The picture above is a picture of my first cappuccino since I got pregnant (decaf, of course). It was heavenly.
As I mentioned in one of my past musings posts, I still still cannot concentrate long enough to read anything more than People magazine. And even, that isn’t a guarantee. I have a huge stack of magazines I haven’t read the past few months and I have no idea when I’m going to read them. I picked up a book for the first time since I first found out I was pregnant a couple of weeks back when I had to take the dreaded 3-hour glucose test for gestational diabetes. I haven’t picked up said book since.
Since I mentioned the glucose test, let’s chat about that for a sec. The first test (the one that lasts one hour) wasn’t all that bad mostly because it happened during my 24-week appointment. I drank the sugary orange stuff (with 50 grams of glucose) in no time, had my appointment, then waited another little bit down in the lab before getting my blood drawn exactly one hour after I finished the drink. At that point, I was also tested for anemia. Later that evening, I got a call from my nurse practitioner telling me that not only had my pregnancy made me anemic and I would have to begin taking iron supplements three times a day, but that I also failed my glucose test and would have to take the 3-hour test. I found the news out on Friday night and for the rest of the weekend I was in tears and beating myself up. Thinking that I had done something wrong and that I was already a bad mom. Even though I researched causes of gestational diabetes (most of which didn’t apply to me because I was at a healthy weight when I got pregnant, haven’t gained a crazy amount during pregnancy and I’ve continued to be active) I felt so guilty about every single thing. The night before the 3-hour test I had to fast beginning at 8pm and could only drink small sips of water. My blood was drawn fasting, I drank a more concentrated sugary drink (this one had 100 grams of glucose) and then had my blood drawn every hour for the next three hours. I wasn’t able to leave the lab area and couldn’t drink lots of water and by the end my veins were done being pricked. Later that week, I found out everything was normal and all my stress was undue, but boy oh boy, was that an awful week! Giving myself a mommy guilt trip and my baby isn’t even here yet!
On the same note, thank you to my wonderful circle of mommy friends who provided therapy via text and phone calls during those few days where I was feeling super down on myself. Y’all are the best!
Now it’s time for some venting….what the heck is up with baby clothes? Talk about sexism and exposing your kids to stereotypes right out of the womb! The weekend after I found out the sex of our baby, I went on a little shopping trip (you may remember the picture I posted in my last musings post of my loot.) On one side of the store you have girl clothes that include faux fur, leopard print and words like “princess,” “diva,” and “spoiled.” On the other side you have the boy clothes with the words “genius” and “hero.” Ummm….really? What’s with the labels? My daughter is a little lady and not a spoiled diva princess. And you know what? She’s going to be a genius hero if she wants to be.
I’m totally engrossed in the last season of Sons of Anarchy. I’ve been a fan of the show for the past couple of years when my husband and I started watching it on Netflix and this is my second season to watch as it happens. Last week’s episode killed me! I won’t spoil it for you, but one of my favorite characters was killed off and now I feel like all bets are off and no one is safe the rest of the season.
Speaking of Netflix, I’ve only got about a season and a half left before I finish the entire Gilmore Girls series. If you’ve read my blogs in the past, you know that I’m a HUGE Gilmore Girls fan and I’ve watched every episode about a zillion times because I catch the show on ABC Family when I can and I own all of the DVDs. I don’t know why watching the show on Netflix is different, but it is.
Another thing I’ve seen a bunch of times? The musical Wicked. I absolutely love it! I’ve always been a huge Wizard of Oz fan and saw Wicked for the first time about five years ago. Since then I’ve seen it an additional two times and just bought tickets to see it again in a couple of weeks. Oh, and yes, I’m the person in the audience who is singing along with the characters.
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