I am no longer a bartender! I am just a Mom! Whooooooopie! I lay down at 9 pm! I dont have to make dinner at 4! I don't have to get dolled up at 5! I don't have to work until midnight! YAY! The Curling Club is closed for the season. They melted the ice, it is over.
I also went to my Gestational Diabetes class and it was actually very cool. Very informative. I completely understood what they were telling me to do and I am on day 2 of this new way of eating. I take my blood sugar with a finger-stabber thing when I wake up, 2 hours after breakfast, 2 hours after lunch, 2 hours after dinner and at bedtime. It doesn't hurt at all, very cool surprise. I like this, actually and have already noticed a steady feeling today. It cracks me up that I HAVE to have all these snacks, at 10 am and 2 pm and 9 pm AND 11pm if I am awake. Yum! : ) I bet the baby likes it, too.
My numbers today were right around normal, and it was good to see. They wanted each reading to be under 120 and they were like 112, 119, 128. My "fasting" number upon waking was higher than they like, but I was warned that that might occur.
The baby is nice and active, and is now getting to the part where she can actually kick hard enough to hurt. Not too often, but here and there, especially in the evenings! What she does do for sure is completely switch positions still, but at 30 weeks I am not worried about "breech" yet and am quite amused at how easy it is to tell how she is lying. By the way, all this SHE stuff is still so bizarre to me, knowing the sex of the baby, argggg so strange!
Charlie is showing a lot of signs of verbal maturity lately which I think will help alot when the baby comes. Although I still stand by my feeling that 3 years apart is the closest one should go between children, this is going to be a 2 1/2-er and all I can say is thank goodness it isn't only 2 years, as at 2 Charlie was a B-A-B-Y and it could have been bad bad bad. Of course tons of families have kids much closer together than this, but for me, WOW it is too hard. Casey and Charlie were 26 months apart and well, it was pretty horrible. He was the angriest of all the siblings upon arrival of the new baby, and I was least able to help him. But they are best little pals now, so it all works out.
Well, I am supposed to go on a walk one hour after dinner so here we go. Slow, but hey. At least I am not standing behind a bar, dying of braxton-hicks, drinking pop : )