Today is one of those days. I'm just not a very happy pregnant lady lately and with all the hormones, all I want to do is cry. Well, I actually want to eat, but I can't because I have gestational diabetes, so unless I want to induce myself into a diabetic coma, I have to find other ways to take out my frustration. This has led to some weird and violent dreams. It sometimes involves me physically battering Michael, Chris Brown style. I then wake up to find my poor unsuspecting husband snoring away in Lala Land, and I have no choice but to cover the blanket I've stolen from him back around his shoulders and go have a glass of milk.
Another vice........when I'm in an especially foul mood, I find myself gravitating towards hardcore hip hop/rap. There's something about all the angry lyrics with the explicit language and a good bass that just makes me feel better. I wonder if this will have any long term effects on the babies......I guess we'll find out.
AND I finally called the nurse at the diabetic clinic today and told her that my blood glucose levels are doing much better and that I'm refusing to take insulin. She was not happy and now I have to go in AGAIN to BC Womens next week to see the endocrinologist.......he's really nice.....but really old. I'm so sick of seeing doctors.....specialists especially. They can be so narrow-minded and focused on one thing, rather than looking at the whole picture. If my blood glucose is 0.5 off from the target, I think it's livable. That is not going to grow some crazy macrocosmic babies is it?!??!
Oh well, at least 9 more weeks to go. I had another pep talk with the babies this morning. They are to stay inside the womb as long as physically possible so they can come out nice and healthy, especially since their mommy has to enjoy all these pregnancy woes. The least they can do is stay put.
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