Tomorrow is a big day. An anniverary of sorts. Tomorrow I will be 26 weeks and 6 days pregnant. It doesn’t sound like a milestone, or not any kind of a traditional one, does it?
That’s the gestational age Bella was when she was born.
I like to think I’m not freaking out about that too much. Like to think that I’m all in control of my faculties. But the fighting with Andrew, the crying jags, and the general overeating of the last two weeks say otherwise.
I gained 15 lbs. the first 24 weeks of my pregnancy. I gained 5 pounds in the last two weeks. Oopsie.
Now, I’ve had some very good news at appointments lately. My blood pressure is OK. The baby is growing, maybe even a little ahead of schedule. My blood work has come back normal. Things are looking up.
I did, however, flunk my 1 hour glucose test. By a narrow margin, I had too much sugar in my blood at 1 hour. Now I get to do the 3 hour test. Whoopie!
What would it mean if I had gestational diabetes?
1) It could contribute to having a larger baby.
BRING IT ON.
2) It could mean having a c-section.
ALREADY DOING THAT.
The only down side is that loading up a fetus with sugar, can lead to hypoglycemic infants, which is not super. So, if I do turn out to have gestational diabetes, I will behave myself.
Once the anniversary has passed, I think I’ll be able to chill out a bit. Meanwhile, here are some pictures from the walk I took to the beach with Bella on Friday. (Yes, I can do it, just not every day.)
For more pictures, go to Flickr.
Feb
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