It’s been too long since I’ve posted. I’ve been busy with this and that and some more of this and some more of that.
The big thing is that I got my blood sugar reader. It’s fine. I’ve got no issue with the whole finger pricking/blood testing thing. It gets tedious and difficult to remember, but I’ve started setting my phone alarm to remind me to test 2 hours after I eat breakfast, lunch and dinner. No biggie.
The other part of the appointment was to meet with the nutritionist to set up a meal plan. It’s OK so far, but there are some aspects I hate. I kind of hate having to eat 6 times a day and I am losing my fondness for meat or protein (which I’m supposed to have with two out of my three snacks, cheese and eggs count, but hummus, nuts or nut butters don’t. gack!) Cheese and crackers is quickly becoming my least favorite snack in the world, but the easiest one to track down. But there are good things…the most monumental is that my blood sugar has been pretty stable since I started. I think I was doing ok on my own before all this, I ate snacks and didn’t eat too much, but it’s good to know that I’m keeping things even for Pinchy.
Ray and I have both been eating like this since I went to the nutritionist on Thursday. He’s been great about keeping my spirits up and keeping me excited about things like vegetables and snacks. He’s my biggest cheerleader. Part of it is he feels better when he eats veggies and such, part of it is trying to keep me from getting down about it.
Speaking of getting down, last week wasn’t my best hormonally enduced emotion week. Apparently, I’m not one of those pregnant women who gets angry at the drop of a hat (unless it’s about the arrangement of pots and pans in the kitchen cabinet. Sorry about that honey!). It seems instead that I’m one of those pregnant women who are overcome with overwhelming sadness and dispair. Not weepy, crying over all diaper commercials, stereotypical sadness, but more climb back in bed and not emerge for days, feel as though I’m all alone in the world sadness. It’s not really a surprise. My PMS usually takes the form of me thinking no one likes me and that everyone humors me because they feel sorry for me and the accompanying crawling back to bed desire. I get antisocial and it feeds the cycle. Pulling out of it requires a) realizing it’s happening and b) doing something about it. I’ve managed A and will be working on B next.
This week is already looking better. I’m feeling more outgoing and more myself. I’m sure there will be ups and downs. Throughout the pregnancy, I’ve maintained pretty well. I’m not crazy (that I can spot). Ray has stated more than once that the normal hormones are SO MUCH EASIER to deal with than the fakey hormones I was on to get us here. I think I even believe him.
