My parents are coming for a visit this weekend. Mom said she couldn't let me go through the entire pregnancy without seeing me in maternity clothes. Cute, huh? So I'm busy cleaning the house and getting things ready. You know how it is when a mom comes to visit. Everything needs to be just so. I'm looking forward to this visit. I haven't seen them since Christmas. It turns out I actually WAS pregnant then, but didn't know it yet.
My parents tend to check in with me more often now - I guess because they're concerned for my health and the baby. I probably get a call from them 3 or 4 times a week. I never get to call them because by the time I think of it, they're calling me. I hope they don't think I don't want to talk to them. It's just that I almost never have anything new to report.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
I didn't mention in my first post, but I'm 16 weeks pregnant with our first child. The other half of "our" is Paul, my husband, whom I met online back in the days of IRC. Anyway, today I had a test for gestational diabetes. It's a little earlier than most women get tested, but I'm already insulin resistant so it's probably a good thing that they tested me earlier. This was a one-hour test and the result came back at 140, which according to some websites I've seen is on the high side. I have a feeling the doctor will make me come back and do the 3-hour test. Hurrah. I just keep praying I don't have gestational diabetes, because that would just be one more thing to obsess about!
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
So blogging is the "next big thing" and apparently EVERYONE is doing it. So who am I to fight the rolling tides of progress? Here I am, blogging along with the rest of these internet-savvy citizens. I've noticed that blogging is a lot like ranting, and while it can be healthy, it may not always have a real point. So beware. I promise nothing except being genuine. There may be times you will cheer for me, or nod in approval or agreement. Then again, there may be times (albeit hopefully not frequent) when you will want to quickly click the exit X in disgust, anger or frustration. But isn't that the beauty of the freedoms of speech and choice? Till next time, when I'm very likely to be less philosophical and more down-to-earth, thanks for reading!