Monday, June 25, 2012

Well, I’m entering a challenging part of my pregnancy.  For one, I am extremely emotional and I cry at the drop of a hat.  I think I’ve cried every day this week and I don’t think I shed any tears during my first trimester.  I’ve seriously had a headache, too, for a week straight.  And, my blood sugar is proving to be a challenge.  As you know, I have diabetes and my blood sugar spikes pretty high. . .especially after eating.  About a month ago, I realized that I wasn’t having problems with the real high numbers anymore, so I got a bit lazy about testing it.  Before my surgery, my blood sugar was 67 and they wanted it a bit higher before surgery so I was given some dextrose.  I hadn’t eaten in almost 12 hours, so that is to be expected.  Lately, I’ve been ravenously hungry.  I feel like I eat the same amount as three grown men!!!  And if I don’t eat every 3 hours, I get extremely shaky and irritable.  So, I eat breakfast, my first lunch at noon, second lunch at 3 pm, dinner with snacks in between.  I have to do a second full lunch or the shakiness does not go away!  Nibbling on carrots or crackers does not do it for me.  Well, tonight it had barely been over 3 hours and I was waiting for my husband to get home to eat dinner.  I started feeling awful.  Shaky, unsteady, very lightheaded.  I made it over to the cabinet and grabbed my blood glucose meter.  Luckily, Ryan was home and I told him that I didn’t feel well and showed him my number and he took over from there.  It was 52 and I felt awful!  He grabbed a bag of M&Ms and they helped raise my number back into a normal range.  I’m so frustrated by it all.  I was diagnosed with diabetes 2-3 years ago and they basically handed me a blood glucose meter and put me on a diabetes medication and that is it.  I don’t feel like I’ve gotten a good grasp as to how to handle it.  And pregnancy has definitely made it more of a challenge.  I just want this baby to be getting everything he/she needs.

In other news, Olivia has been crazy about fish for some time now.  She’s even going to have an Under The Sea birthday party in August.  She really wants her own fish and I hate fish.  I had one goldfish growing up named Bubbles and he lived for a week.  I made my dad bury him in the backyard because the thought of flushing him down the toilet seemed cruel.  But, seriously, any pet but a fish. . .you can’t even pet it!! Aughhh!!  However, her pretend fish/fish bowl beside her bed is quickly losing its appeal. Haha!

But, we’ve been thinking about getting her a betta fish.  I hear they are inexpensive and easy to take care of. . .and they make kitty-proof bowls for them.  So, who knows?!  Wait until you hear what she wants to name her fish, though.  Hilarious!!!  I’ll share if we break down and actually get her one.  And pray one of the cats doesn’t eat it because knowing me right now, I would bawl.