Small Red Sneakers

Ostrich

The beheading of a second American has left me shocked, sad, drained, and sick to my stomach. I wish I had something intelligent to say about it. I don't.

Instead, I feel like an animal. I want to hide in my house and never leave. I want to have my baby in the back bedroom and never let him out of my sight lest he find out what a terrible world this is. I want to be viciously protective of everyone I love. I want to be ridiculous and make blanket statements about what kinds of people are "good" and what kinds of people are "bad". Because, let's face it, if it were that simple it would make things so much easier.

Perhaps I should just stop reading or watching the news. I am already just a tetch moody and more than likely to overreact. I'd like to just stick my head in the sand and pretend that everything is fine.

Thankfully, I have a diversion to look forward to. My parents are on their way here as I type and they will be spending a couple of days with us. My mom and I will be going to my first baby shower tomorrow (that my friends Robin and Janice are hosting). I will be surrounded by wonderful people who will remind me that the world is not all that bad a place.

Weeble

I am beginning to bear a strong resemblance to a weeble. My belly has become an entity unto itself and I'm a bit fearful of how large it is going to get before the baby decides to make his appearance.

I'm so excited to meet this kid. We're getting close. He's due in 80 days. 80 days! That's really not that far away. Still, when I start thinking about how excited I am for him to get here, 80 days seems like an eternity.

My boss asked me today when my last day at work will be before going out on maternity. Originally, I had hoped to work up until 2 weeks before my due date. But work has been so stressful that I might welcome going out 4 weeks prior (which is when my doctor is likely to take me out). I'm torn. I'd obviously like to have more time on the back-end to spend with my baby. But being pregnant and working 60 hours a week (on average) sucks.

We're preparing for a visit from my parents. They are going to be driving out here for a weekend. My mom wanted to be here for one of my baby showers and my dad has a gift for the baby that he didn't want to ship. So, they're taking a road trip. Crazy kids!

Another thing that has returned full force in the third trimester is fatigue. I'm finding myself falling asleep in meetings and I need to blast music on my drive home to keep myself awake. The fact that I have to get up and pee about a zillion times in the night might have something to do with that. I think I may have mentioned that I LOVE sleeping because of the crazy dreams that I've been having.

So, on that note...I'm going to go tuck myself into my comfy bed.

Pass/Fail

So, I had my follow up blood tests on Wednesday. It sucked. I'd like to never have to repeat that ordeal again. But guess what! I have to do it again in a few weeks. Grrrrr.

The reason I have to do it again is because I passed (YAY!) but just barely (BOO!). In order to be diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes, you have to fail 2 of 4 blood tests. I barely passed 3 and failed 1 (by quite a lot, actually). So, technically I pass. For now.

As part of the study, they also did a couple of tests on my metabolism. They test your baseline metabolism and then they test it again after you've had the glucose drink. Normal metabolism should go up after having the drink. Mine didn't. So they'll now test my thyroid to see if there's a problem there. I don't much like the idea of something being wrong with my thyroid and having to take medication for it....but I also don't like thinking that I have a crummy metabolism and there's nothing to be done about it.

Despite all this, I'm still feeling quite well and still enjoying being pregnant. Today I am officially 8 months pregnant and in my third trimester. The home stretch! Sometimes it feels like time is flying by and sometimes it feels like it will be an eternity before we have our little one.