Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Resistance is futile? HA!

Last night, I went to a church activity for the women. I made brownies to help with the needed refreshments. The place was swimming in cookies, brownies, and cake.

But I didn't eat a crumb of it! HA! Take THAT, sugar cravings!!

Normally, I'd've inhaled at least one of each kind of dessert. Staying away from the sweets knowing they'll spike my blood sugar is hard, but oh my gosh is it possible and empowering. It's not worth the health of my baby or sabotaging these good habits I've started.

I still crave sweets. All. The. Time. I saw a craisin on the floor once. I wanted it more than anything. (Granted, a single craisin wouldn't do anything, but a single serving has more carbs in it than I'm allowed to eat in one meal).

Ladies, you can do it. You can control this. And if you can't, even after all you can do, it's going to be okay. Trust me, even my doctor didn't think I could maintain healthy blood sugar levels without insulin.

Wanna see what my three-hour test numbers were? Of course you do!

Fasting: 80 (Normal is below 95, so this one was actually good).
Drink melted otter pop juice.
One hour test: 191 (normal is below 140)
Two hour test: 192 (normal is below 120)
Three hour test: 162 (not sure what normal is on this one, but I was over)

NOT good.

But I'm doing it! It IS possible. You can do it too. You will see amazing things happen. You'll feel better, you'll miss cookies, you'll hit and miss, you'll make mistakes, you'll learn, and you'll conquer.

And when it's all over, you'll let yourself have a chocolate shake because pregnancy is hard and childbirth is hard.

Speaking of childbirth...I've got my day scheduled! On March 15th, 2017, my little Miss will be born!

Spare me the Ides of March jokes. It's nerve-wracking enough as it is going under a knife. Caesar would know.

Oh dang. I did it, didn't I?

Saturday, February 4, 2017

Gestational Diabetes: week one complete

I'm telling you, this is both a blessing and a curse.

Things I miss:
Chocolate.
Muffins.
Sub Sandwiches (but I don't really eat those much during pregnancy anyway because of the stupid listeria scare with the deli meat. Ugh).
Ice cream with hot fudge.
Brownies.
Rolls.
Crackers.
Pasta.

Things I don't miss:
Extra pounds.

I'm serious. Since starting my gd diet, I've LOST weight. Which, technically speaking, isn't encouraged during pregnancy. But I'd already gained a little too much, so with the weight that came off, I'm just about where I should be weight-gain-wise. And since I have to follow the diet for the next five-and-a-half weeks (or 38 days, if I get to schedule the c-section on the day I want. But who's counting?), only the baby is going to gain weight.

So far, baby girl seems to be doing great. At my last appointment, the doctor did an NST (non-stress test, which was non-stressful for the baby, but since I couldn't find a sitter for my two boys, they were in the room vying for full view of Octonauts on the iPad. Mom was a little stressed). Her movement and heart rate were perfect. She's very wiggly, which is very reassuring to this high-anxiety mama.

The doctor was VERY pleased with my numbers this week. I only had 1 reading over the limit (165. The two-hour glucose limit is 120) and it was because I had a bowl of canned chunky chicken noodle soup and five, yes FIVE Ritz crackers. Every other time, my numbers have been awesome just with diet and light exercise. He did say it might be harder to control as I get closer to my due date and the placenta gets bigger. We'll see.

For now, I'm going to keep at it and indulge in a few of the things I AM allowed:

1. Surprise, surprise, cereal!! I have to measure out less than a full serving and I have to eat it with almond milk but this is seriously no big deal for me. I get my Cheerios and a huge plate of scrambled eggs. Hooray!!

2. A late night snack. I'm not kidding, they TELL you that you NEED a snack before bed in order to keep your morning numbers low. Woo hoo!!! And my go-to snack of choice? Oikos vanilla greek yogurt! It's SO yummy, has tons of protein, and even with the sugar, my morning numbers have always been normal (and the doctor said those are the hardest to control, so yay!).

3. All. The. Almond. Butter. I. Want. I'm allergic to peanut butter so I eat almond butter instead. Sometimes a spoonful to hold me over between snack and meal time. It's the best.

On to week two.


Tuesday, January 31, 2017

It isn't my fault. But it kind of is.

For anyone reading this post because you've been diagnosed with gestational diabetes, I'm going to tell you now, it ISN'T YOUR FAULT. This happens to pregnant women who are perfectly fit and eating right. Sometimes the placenta just gets in the way of your body absorbing insulin. It's a disease, girls. A manageable, temporary one, but a disease nonetheless. It happens to the best of us.

Wish I could say I was the best of us.
So, yeah, it wasn't my fault. I ate horribly with all my pregnancies and never had a GD diagnosis before. But this time, coming off the holidays, eating carbs without restraint, and pounding the M&M's several times a day, I hadn't done myself any favors.

Don't beat yourself up, even if you did pound the M&M's. Oh gosh, I miss M&M's.

After being diagnosed, I hit up Dr. Google. Which is, of course, not always the best idea. I got some ideas on what to eat and what not to eat but my information was fragmented, skewed, and frustrating.
No sugar, no carbs. Lots of protein, lots of veggies, fruit sparingly.

Okay. Fine. Let's get this started. I quit eating sugar (duh) and bread, loaded up on vegetables (go me!) and made sure my carbs stayed low, low, low.

I was miserable. I was moody, tired, and after about two days of eating this way, I started getting symptoms of dizziness and confusion. I couldn't think straight.

Then I did the best thing I have ever done for myself and my unborn daughter: I went to a gestational diabetes training class. Best two hours and $100 I have ever spent on my health. At least until I can start drinking Shakeology and running again. But I digress.

This class was so enlightening. I learned that I COULD eat carbs. My body and my baby NEEDED carbs. No, that doesn't mean I could go back to pizza, Cheerios, or even a huge fruit salad. I just needed to know what I could eat, WHEN to eat it, and how much I could have.

I also learned how to check my blood sugar, which is seriously NOT a big deal! I received a glucometer for free from the instructor of my class. It came with a sample of lancets and test strips. Poking my finger really didn't hurt. I could barely feel it. And it's fascinating! I get results in five seconds.

I also learned that exercise, even just a twenty-minute walk, doing some brisk housework, or dancing in the family room with my kids, was a great way to keep my blood sugar regulated.

After only twenty-four hours on this new regiment, I am feeling 100% better. I have more energy, I have ZERO heartburn, I'm sleeping better, and I am just a nicer person to my children. And with my new diet (which allows me a little whole wheat toast in the morning if I want!), my blood sugar levels are right on point. If I can keep this up, I won't need to do insulin, which will be so great (even though the insulin demonstration at my class was really cool and having to take insulin would so not be the end of the world).

In six weeks I can have this baby. And all of this will go away. I can have a milkshake and a sub sandwich. But you know what? I don't want to lose these new good habits. I want to see what will happen:

1. I get preeclampsia after having my babies. It's happened after every single one of them. Even after baby #3, where I was in better shape. It will probably happen again because doctors don't really know what causes it, but I'm curious about what this strict diet and a little extra exercise will do.

2. I'm 34 years old. Losing the baby weight is sure to be tougher than when I was 28 or even 30. What about this time? How's it going to go?

Time will tell.
Six weeks.
It feels. like. forever.


Saturday, January 28, 2017

Failed glucose test and sugar fasts

Here is the start of my experience with gestational diabetes:
Went in for my one-hour glucose test. I tried to eat well and drink enough water beforehand but it wasn't really a huge effort. I failed, but only by a few points, according to my doctor. So it's back to Sonora Quest for the dreaded three-hour glucose test.
In the week beforehand, I went on a sugar fast. I tried to eat lots of protein and drink lots of water to, ahem, "trick" my way through the test.

Ladies, if you're reading this because you're facing a similar situation, please don't fall for that.

Either you have gestational diabetes or you don't. You can't cheat the test. And even if you could, why would you want to?? To avoid having to eat right and exercise? Pregnancy isn't an excuse to eat whatever the crap you want! (Believe me, I thought it was). To avoid the treatment? You guys, seriously, it's NOT worth it. Take the test, get your results, and continue on with your life.

I had the three-hour test done on a Friday. That next Monday, which was Monday January 23, my doctor called me personally.

Oh no. This is bad.

"You have gestational diabetes," he said. I was DEVASTATED. A few minutes into the phone call, I started sobbing. Why can't I just have a normal pregnancy?? No joke. I've never had a "textbook" or "normal" pregnancy. There's always been something.

I had an appointment to meet with my doctor the next morning. So after a whirlwind of google searches trying to figure out what I could and couldn't eat, crying in my kitchen the next morning because I couldn't have my bowl of cereal (I'm not kidding. Cereal is my life), I went in to the doctor.

He's incredibly sweet, comforting, calm, and understanding.

I am incredibly neurotic, emotional, and feeling so alone. We've been having problems with insurance so I was stuck in a terrible place, needing treatment for a disease that could potentially harm my baby or me, and I couldn't pay for it.

My doctor and his staff were, as I said, amazing. They worked out the details of what I COULD start with, helped calm me down, and reassured me that everything was going to be okay.

Deep breath. Okay.

Next post: This isn't my fault. But it sort-of is.

Friday, January 27, 2017

Been a few years

My last post was in August of 2013. My mom died later that year and I just didn't have the desire to blog anymore. Add school and another baby in 2015, and I didn't have the time, energy, OR desire to blog. So here's a little update on my life, in case you're curious, even after three and a half years of silence:

My husband graduated from dental school in May of 2014. He's working full time as a general dentist now and he loves it. He's great at what he does too. I look at him and wonder how I got so lucky.

We had another little boy in May of 2015. Born via c-section and almost three pounds lighter than his big brother. He's 20 months old now and seriously the sweetest little boy ever. His big brother is now four, in preschool, and is equal parts sweet and horrible.

I graduated from BYU-Idaho with honors this last December, with a degree in University Studies. Though I minored in English, I discovered I actually hated it and decided to focus more on graphic design, which I LOVE. I'm now, very slowly, starting my own freelance design business.

And in about six weeks, we are expecting the final member of our family: a little girl!! We can't wait to meet her and are so filled with gratitude that our boys and our angel Ella will get a little sister.

Another reason I've decided to start blogging again is because I want to document a little journey I'm on. Five days ago I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes and it's my hope that the struggle and discovery I've experienced will help to encourage and comfort other moms out there who face the same annoying little complication.

Next post: Failed glucose tests and sugar fasts.

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Been a while

I just don't have time to blog anymore. With school, the Bub, and family, I can't keep up. So here's a quick update on the last few months:

~Bub is crawling everywhere. He turned one last month. Getting huge.
~Bret is working hard at school. Gets along well with clinic partner. I get to go in and have him clean my teeth tomorrow. (SO EXCITED! No, really, I'm not being sarcastic. I love getting my teeth cleaned and I get to have this super hot guy do it. Score!) Should I take a camera? Might that be cheesy? Yes and yes.
~I'm trying to decide on a major. After lots of thought, prayer, soul-searching, and decision changes, I'm leaning toward business management. I know, so not me. That's kind-of why I want to do it. Also doing a little bit of writing... and starting to feel like I want to self-publish. This won't happen for a long time though, folks so don't start looking for my book on the shelves. Yet.
~And to conclude, here's a grouping of pictures of my sweet baby boy, from birth to one year. We'll hang this up in the house. Too cute not to.


Wednesday, April 3, 2013

ONE by Leigh Ann Kopans

Indie authors get some serious props from me.
Why?

They invest their own money into publishing their book. Not only their own money, but their own sweat, grit, tears, and possibly blood.
They pay for editing. Of all kinds. (Yes there are different kinds).
They pay for cover art.
They pay for marketing.

At least, they do if they're doing it right.
And who's doing it right?

Leigh Ann Kopans. 
Author of ONE.
I just finished an ARC (Advanced Reader Copy).


Here's a synopsis of the story:

Sixteen-year-old Merrin Grey would love to be able to fly, or even drift along like a freaking ghost - too bad all she can do is float up and down. When almost everyone else is a Super, with at least two powers, or a Normal, with none, being a One is the worst kind of in-between.  

All Merrin has ever wanted is to land an internship at the Biotech Hub. She busts her butt in AP Chem and salivates over news of Hub President Fisk’s experiments, hoping she can get close enough to his research on the manifestations of superpowers to finally figure out how to fix herself.

Then she meets Elias VanDyne, another One, and all her carefully crafted plans fly out the window. Literally. When the two of them touch, their Ones combine to make them fly, and when they’re not soaring over the Nebraska cornfields, they’re busy falling for each other. Merrin’s over the moon - Elias is as good at kissing as he is at helping her fly. Better yet, her mad chemistry skills land her a spot on the Hub’s internship short list.

But when the Hub kidnaps Elias, Merrin discovers The Hub’s sick experiments could take away even their measly single powers - Fisk’s interest in Ones like them might even be lethal. If she stands up to Fisk, she not only risks Elias’s life, she’ll also destroy her chances of ever finding a way to fly solo – of ever being more than a One.
 

Here's why I liked ONE:

~I love Merrin. She's hard-core. She's angry. She's independent. She's typical. She's unique. She's freaking brilliant.
~I love Elias. He's just so.... cute. And sweet. And smart. A loyal and devoted friend and brother.
~There are characters I loved to hate and wanted to smack in the face. Scenes that left me sighing. And wishing I was a ONE too.

Here's why I loved ONE:
The climax is exciting. The characters are real. They care about each other. They have flaws, but they grow and learn.
And the love scenes are just... *sigh*

Another reason I loved this book:
Young Adult fiction nowadays, IMHO, is going down the toilet. Books meant for teenagers are full of sex. Some argue that this is a "reality" for teenagers nowadays. Bull crap
I can tell you right now that it's not a reality for lots of teenagers. I wasn't sleeping around, that's for dang sure. And as a married woman, I don't want to read about it. Not in detail. No Fifty Shades of Gray in my house. Ever.
Call me an old-fashioned fuddy-duddy, but this is how I feel and I think there are lots of moms that would agree with me.
So then we have Merrin: strong and determined. She falls in love. Yes--in love. Normally I don't buy the whole teenage I-can't-live-without-him "love" (even though I was a huge sap for it when I was a teenager), but this time it worked. I bought it. 
So when things start "heating up" between Merrin and her romantic double, she finds herself uncomfortable. This, in my opinion, is the reality. What a REAL teenage girl would think and feel in this situation.
But it gets better. 
Merrin voices her discomfort. *high five!* She doesn't just go along with it in fear that her boy will drop her like a hot tamale. She speaks up. And what happens? Her boy respects her enough to control himself and step back. Restraint. I loved it.
Not to say they didn't want each other. Well, duh. That's a reality for sure. But they exercise restraint.

Highly recommend this book.

There is some swearing in the book, just to warn you in case you're sensitive about that kind of thing, but it's about a PG level and fits with Merrin's personality. I wasn't bothered.

Available June 11th.