I hate hormones, but I love watermelon and brown sugar pop tarts.

For my first OB visit they took about 8 vials of blood to test for various diseases- high glucose in particular.  I actually have a weird obsession with watching my blood get drawn.  I think it’s the coolest thing.  I was a lil sad when the nurse said she only had one more vial to get. Sick?  Yea, I know, but I don’t really care.   After the test, I get a call a couple of days later from a nurse at my doc’s office saying my glucose levels were on the borderline of being high.  I’d need to come in to take a special test that involved drinking a sugary liquid and waiting an hour to get my blood drawn.   I should have known Poppy wasn’t gonna like me not feeding him/her first thing in the morning, but instead ingesting some nasty sugary drink.  Eran and I went to the doc office first thing in the morning and everything started out “ok.”  I was sipping on the juice at my leisure.  The nurse then told me I only had 5 minutes to drink the whole bottle and I was down to one minute.  Nice time to tell me! I chugged the rest and then told the nurse, “I’m pretty sure this is coming back up.”  And….it did!  It was awful.  I was pissed…literally and figuratively.  Needless to say the nurse said I’d have to return on another date to retake the test.  I told myself from then on I was gonna have to take control of this pregnancy and advocate for what I did and did not want to do.  Apparently you can do that, but of course doctors don’t really encourage it.  That’s all they need is some big mouth mom to be who has an obsession with Google and Wikipedia.  I didn’t care though, I researched alternate ways to take the glucose test and found that 27 jelly beans or a Snicker’s (king size) have the same amount of sugar as the nasty liquid and you can sub them for the juice when you take your test.  Thank you Google!  I don’t like Wiki, doesn’t seem quite as reliable as my friend Google.   J

As my pregnancy has progressed (I know I still have a long way to go) I’ve learned quite a lot!  I’ve learned that hormones are a bitch and I’m desperately dreading menopause cause that’s another unfair trait of being a woman.  I’ve learned that having an insane supply of panty liners is a must because of leucorrhea.  I remember when Andria was pregnant and she kept telling me about panty liners.  I was so confused and I remember thinking, “isn’t the bonus of being pregnant not having a period- what the hell is she talking about?” Well, I’ve quickly learned.   Leucorrhea is actually quite normal and it’s simply caused by an increase in estrogen production and greater blood flow to the vaginal area (pretty cool, huh? Ok not really).   I’ve learned that the intense, crazy, sudden urge for brown sugar pop tarts and watermelon is what equals a craving.   I don’t think Eran likes those too much.  I’ve also learned that the thought of choosing a name for my baby scares the life out of me.  My mother-in-law called the other day to check on me and she asked if we’d thought of any names and I told her no.  That was actually a lie. We have, but I’m not sure I’m ready to share.  Everyone seems to have an opinion about baby names and I should know because as my BFF, Kerri has said I’m the Name Shaman.  It’s true; I’ve named half of Delisle.  I love thinking of baby names, but when it comes to my own I don’t think I’m ready for public opinion.  My M-I-L pleaded with me to not name the baby anything that rhymed with esha, quita, or some other mess.  I mean really….there was no need to respond.

I’ve learned that my life now revolves around my next meal.  I wake up thinking about what I’m going to eat and when I finish eating a meal I think about what I’m eating next. See the more often you eat the better you actually feel.  I’ve also learned that all pants/shorts should be made exactly like maternity pants.  They are hands down the most comfortable piece of clothing I have ever put on my body.  I absolutely love them.  I’m kinda excited about getting bigger so I can wear them even more.  Lastly, I’ve learned that using a rubber band (thank you pregnant high school kids I use to teach) to fasten my pants (because I don’t have enough maternity ones yet) is not the 100% best idea. The other day I wore some slacks to work and looped a rubber band from the button to hold them up and got dammit in the middle of the day that rubber band broke and popped the hell out of me…lesson learned!  I’m pretty sure it pissed Poppy off too because I was up at least 6 times that night going to the bathroom and I’m pretty sure it was for payback!  I’ve also learned that scrambled eggs and chicken are not my friends at the moment (this took quite a few bad instances to figure this one out), but that I absolutely need an egg McMuffin every day. 

Most importantly, as if I didn’t know, I’ve learned that my husband is the best and he’s gonna be such a great dad!  Every morning he brings me something light to eat before I get out of bed (helps with the nausea) and then he patiently waits for me to drag myself out of bed and get ready for work so we can carpool together.  He drives me to work and never complains when I yell “pull over” in the middle of morning rush hour traffic so I can hurl.  He checks and double checks that I’ve taken my anti-nausea medicine every morning and packed it up for the day.  He doesn’t get mad at me when I spend the whole weekend on the couch, in the same cloths and then complain about how awful I look.  I whine about being hot at night so he buys me a mini fan for the night stand.  I absolutely have no complaints about how fabulous he’s been EXCEPT he’s already talking about baby #2!  -_-