All Dressed Up

I had my first post-hospital stay doctor’s appointment today. Turns out, I do have the gestational diabetes. When I saw the dietician on Friday, my chart still showed the negative results from the test I took at 22 weeks. Hrm. So, I really do have to follow the assy diet after all. But wait! It gets better. Next week, the doctor may decide that I need to test my blood sugar levels at home, you know, with the finger pricky thing. Based on that craptastic experiment, I may need insulin for the last few weeks of my pregnancy. I guess the diabetic cat is good finally good for something. At least I know how to work the syringe and give the shots. Swell. Meanwhile, I’m still not dilated at all and I’ll be on the terbutaline until 36 weeks. The bed rest sentence has not been lifted. No possibility of parole.

The one positive thing about the appointment is that I did get permission to go to church and to my dad’s to celebrate Christmas. Not like I wasn’t going anyway, but now I don’t have to feel guilty about it. Plus, how cool would it be to go into labor in church on Christmas day? That’s gotta be a good omen, right? And let’s face it; this kid needs all the help she can get in the “avoiding hell” area. Her parents already have reservations.

Tonight, I nested in the nursery. Oh yeah. It was everything I thought it would be and more. I laundered the latest installment of shower clothes/burp cloths/receiving blankets. Gerald put together the storage cart thingy I got today at Target and I loaded it up with diaper changing supplies, aforementioned burp cloths, blankets and diapers. I arranged all her little clothes in the drawers of her dresser and basically cleaned the up the place. It looks so cute and…. baby-like. Once Gerald’s mom goes home after the baby’s born, we’ll take the bed out of room and set up her crib. I can’t wait to see it all finished!

Yesterday, Gerald put her travel system together for me. It’s obnoxiously pink. I love it! I played with the car seat and pushed the stroller around the house. I felt four years old again. I was pushing my baby doll in the stroller just like the mommies do. I told Gerald I feel like we’re playing house. We have all this cool stuff to play with and no baby, so it’s still just a game to me. I’m sure it’ll feel real enough when there’s a thick crust of dried puke on all that cool stuff.

Filed under: uncategorized on December 19th, 2006