I’m a Sleepy Sleepy Mommy

I am online now trying to stay awake. Late afternoon is getting harder and harder to do so. Moving around is getting harder and when I see people they move out of the way. Not like 1 step aside but like 5 steps.
The kids are rather rambunctious and I could probably get a few winks in if I allow them to hook up the TV and watch something, but since it is the last warm days, I prefer they burn off their energy outside.
I have been visiting my mother on days I have doctor’s appoinments, which was three days this week. She has been spoiling me. She took us all to McDonald’s for lunch yesterday where I proceeded to scarf down a lot of food because I was quite hungry and she ate her little side salad and light lemonade. There’s nothing worse than watching people eat healthy at McDonald’s while you, um, don’t. What is really a big help is when I fall asleep on the couch late in the afternoon and the boys start poking me, she yells at them to leave me alone. That’s great: “You leave your mother alone while she’s sleeping!” Na na na na na.
So this week I saw the endocrinologist who upped my insulin some more because my sugar is still hard to keep under control without Atkins-esque measures (no, I am not pigging out in McDonald’s all the time) and he mentioned “induction”. He asked me how long my OB is going to let me go before they induce. Eeewwww. I had one induction with Fastolph and it was not a pleasant experience. But my OB has not mentioned it, so I am not going to think about it. I saw the cardiologist who was really nice, but he had a toupee so I was afraid to look at him out of fear of staring at his toupee. He said my heart looked great. Yay heart! Then I had my regular OB check up and all looks well there too.
So after being at my mother’s for three days I got a phone call from my frantic grandmother today. She was soooo worried because she was not able to reach me for three days. She yelled at me because she worries so much about my blood sugar and she “wishes that baby would just get out so…”she doesn’t have to worry anymore. She also said she prays to God that I don’t have anymore. Yes, I have told her to stop worrying because there is nothing to worry about-but perhaps instead of worrying, say a few prayers that The Little Guy With No Name will be OK. Sometimes I want to crawl into a cave and become a hermit so I don’t have to deal with odd people anymore, even if they are my crazy family.
Oh no, Gorbulas is outside on the trampoline screaming because I told him he has to keep his clothes on. I hope my husband comes home earlier rather than later tonight even though he is not as good at yelling at the boys to stop poking me as my mother is.