Large and In Charge

I had an OB/Gyn check-up yesterday, and all looks well. I still have not gained any weight, which I am cooler with than my doctor. I mean if I cannot eat chocolate, is there anything to eat in life? Let me think about that a sec…No. Nope, I don’t think so.
My finger stick numbers have still been really good, but they are starting to creep up. This morning I really, really wanted oatmeal. A few weeks ago, the same recipe of oatmeal had me around 119 after an hour, today it was 156. Oops. (For the gestationally diabetic illiterate, one hour finger sticks are supposed to range from 90-130). So I may need a bit of insulin towards the end. I don’t mind because it allows me to eat. (And I also get a strange enjoyment out of grossing my family out by sticking needles in my stomach before dinner.) Before I was on insulin when I was pregnant with Fredregar, a quarter cup of brown rice sent my sugars on a tail spin.
I also have dreadful insomnia. Our house never really shuts down at night. There are always bathroom trips, people sleep walking, babies getting up, and whenever there is a disturbance, I am up. I don’t want to be up, but there I am-up.
Health issues aside (which are very good, Deo Gratias), I am getting big. I went to Tar-zhey to look at some maternity clothes. I have none. I packed them all away in a special maternity clothes been for the next time around, and I think my husband mistook it for a different bin and shipped it to the Salvation Army. So someone is enjoying my cute, black maternity halter dress at an economical price. I think maternity clothes are the biggest rip off in the history of the world. You wear them for a few months and that’s it. But you need them because you don’t want to go through life in your husband’s sweat shirts. So you know what I bought today? A set of sweats. I almost cried spending money on a friggin’ set of maternity sweats. I needed something casual to do my morning run, er morning walk, morning waddle in. And just to be around the house. Everything else was really, really nice, but a bit too nice for homeschooling and peanut butter sandwiches.
I have to get on the phone and call my midwife so I can get the birth plans in order.