Chubby cheeks, little nose.

Yesterday Jeremy and I went and had a 3D ultrasound done.

Our normally active little gymnist-ninja baby decided to be sleepy and unco-operative for the first time EVER. She would NOT wake up, and the ultrasound tech was poking her pretty hard… I know, because I got the pokes too. Little brat.

She also wouldnt pull her arm away from her face.

On top of a tempermental baby, my placenta is on top, so the combined two makes pictures less than superb. But you can still see her little face, and most of her features…. at least enough to know that theres no chance of her being born a boy now. She flashed us a deccent diaper shot.

Introducing our little girl (again)….

We did get a partial smile.

Her profile, and her unmoving arm, part of her hand and a knee tucked up.

Pretty sure she has my nose, and Jeremy’s lips.

*sigh* Now I REALLY cant wait for that little beauty.

-C.

Nobody makes me bleed my own blood.

I am 29 weeks pregnant. Into my 30th week. I am in my third trimester. I am seven months pregnant.
I am not having my baby over Christmas holidays.
If I hear one more person ask me if they’ll even be seeing me in the New Year, I will beat them.

Grrr.

There, thats out of the way.

I met with the nutritionist at the Diabetes Clinic at VGH on Wednesday. We sat for an hour and a half going over everything I eat, and everything I should and should not be eating for here on out.  The diet itself isnt horrid. Its actually only cutting stuff I dont eat a lot of anyways, refined sugars. So I stop drinking gingerbread lattes, and I pick up a packet of splenda to put in my americano. Easy peasy.
Oh, except I also have to measure out EVERYTHING I eat at each meal, half a cup of milk, half a cup of cereal, half a bagel, whole wheat toast with sugar-free peanut butter, plain yougurt with half a cup of blueberries.  But no juice. And, lets just clarify here, I LOVE juice. Like, I live for it. I drink SO much juice. And now… none.
And meat, I can eat as much meat as I want. Super.
I would rather have juice.
Oh well, its good for me and its good for my wiggle worm. And Jeremy is adhering to it too…. well, most of it anyways.

Then, I went and had an hour long sit down with the nurse. Yipes.  Yes, a part of having gestational diabetes means you have to test your blood sugars. With a needle. Four times a day.  Its actually easy, and barely pricks, but its annoying.  Last night I tested both mine AND Jeremy’s blood sugar levels. Hes a wimp, just so everyone knows. He got so worked up when I came near him with the needle pen (which you cant even see a needle on, because its inside) that he was laughing and shaking and wriggling about saying ‘just do it, just get it over with’ and then yelping about how much it hurt.
Good thing Im the one physically having the baby, huh.

So, I go back in two weeks to go over my numbers and see if theyre low and even, and to look at what I have eaten (I keep a diary). If all goes well, I will only have to test twice a day! YAY!!

Alright, Im off to eat my sugar-free chocolate (a treat to myself) and watch Greys Anatomy from two weeks ago!

-C.