Knocking on diabetic door

It seems that I'll be double-writing from now on.

An entry here will have me writing an entry for Gerard's blog, and vice versa! Well, I guess, only if there's anything newsworthy to share.

Anyway. I took a blood test over the weekend for my diabetes monitoring, and the result was shared with me today by Dr Rittenhouse. I'm at a very high level, not quite in the diabetic zone, but I need to watch what I'm eating and exercise so we can avoid it altogether. Basically, I'm entering that zone for as long as I continue to eat with less regard. I am still required to take the 3 hour glucose testing soon (I didn't like it before, and I won't like it now).

I was actually a bit overweight when I got pregnant this time around. I have been trying to lose my first pregnancy's weight but I'm a weak girl, and I just let it eat me up negatively. But on the other hand, knowing I'll be getting pregnant again, I'd have gained back that weight anyway. So perhaps, after this pregnancy, which might be my last, I'll have to kick some self ass and take this body maintenance more seriously. I promise myself I'm not going to be an overweight mom to two kids. It's for their best interest and mine that I stay healthy, so that should be enough motivation. 

Cure for cough

Over the weekend, Gerard developed a mean cough. By Monday night, it was so mean that it prompted my calling the doctor's office next morning about cough medicine. They advised none: just elevate his head during sleep and keep a humidifier on. So come Tuesday, his grandpa noticed he didn't want to eat much, but he was interested in the orange only. He ended up eating a whole and a half for the day, which is a lot for a little kid. When I came by to pick him up, he was barely coughing. That night, I elevated his head and turned our humidifier on (which never really did anything for any of us), but I greatly believed eating the oranges did the trick.

Next time the cough comes around, it shall be the orange we'll fight it with.

OK Food: it's you, me and this fetus

I'm still not into eating! I feel so bad. Dr. Rittenhouse said to trick myself into eating healthy, I'm probably half-assing it way too good. I order sandwiches with vegetables I can stomach, I drink fruit smoothies, and... that's about it! I've gotten sick of salmon, and don't like the thought of broccoli. In fact, I get hungry and I don't want to eat. Not good!! I'm hardly drinking calcium. All I'm doing is having my vitamins, but I know those are just supplemental.

I'm also still gagging a lot, almost every day throughout the day. It's tougher on me this time around because I can't just relax as much as I did in the first pregnancy. Big brother Gerard is walking and can't be stopped so we're busy handling him! I find myself always jumping to his rescue because he hits his head every now and then.

I'm hoping for a nicer second trimester. 

The news is out (at the work place)

I hadn't exactly envisioned it would be spread this way, but news of my second pregnancy was met with gasps, screams and excitement. I had somewhat planned to personally tell a few people here and there at a time, but not this soon. It happened on someone else's big day (my colleague/friend's birthday festivity) so this definitely wasn't the place for me to say anything about my own news. Well how the news broke out was that I went back for seconds on the ice cream, and jokingly, my friend Angelie (a lot of us are friends at work) had whispered to Joe to keep me away... but then he told her I was pregnant and it's okay for me -- he thought I had already told her my news when I actually hadn't yet. So well, with all the people present, I got bombed with questions: "You're pregnant?" "Seriously?" "How far along?" "OMG you really are?" "I thought you were going to wait longer!" and so on :) And it just went on for a while, and all of a sudden a few handful of people had learned it that minute. It still wasn't the right time for me to say anything, but since it broke out the way it did, I just have to accept that this many people know about me now. Which is fine, they'd have found out either way :) 

And when it comes to food and the nasty sensation of gagging...

I can't stand the thought of fresca salsa and chicken (not together, and not separately). In my first pregnancy, this was how I felt whenever I passed by the meat section at Trader Joe's, I would just gag at the thought. I might be able to stomach in some KFC, but that would be on a last resort basis if I had nothing else to eat. I haven't been craving for anything at all, and even when hungry, I don't always want to eat. But once I'm in front of something I would eat, I eat it up. A couple of Fridays ago, I hadn't known what to get for lunch nor was I hungry, but I ended up ordering a cheeseburger with garlic fries, and I downed it so fast! Food is a weird thing for me right now. 

Gerard is moving on up: first eye checkup

Today was Gerard's first eye checkup. At 1 year old, he was well behaved and (our) optometrist was so pleased with the little guy, wishing all babies were just like him! We get this compliment a lot :) A couple of times he did try to walk out of the office when I set him free, but other than that, he was also very amused with the tools for the eye. Doctor checked for early signs of cataract and made sure his eyes were all in working order. His next check up is in about a year. I'm so so so proud of my little guy :) 

Papa calls it a salamander

We had our first prenatal check up today, along with a couple of pictures of the little being. Dr. Rittenhouse was able to get a good shot of it showing the arm and leg buds and a big tail! So papa Egan called it a Salamander. Until we have a formal name, that's what this little one will be called. This was a smooth appointment. For some reason, Dr wants me in for an early gestational diabetes blood test, so when I called the perinatal lab for an appointment, they said it was a bit too early before 11 weeks and they might not be able to get any significant results. But they scheduled me anyway for my 11th week because Dr wants results before I see him again on May 27. We brought future big brother Gerard to this appointment so he could experience this special moment. Though he has no idea what it all means, we can tell him he was there to hear new baby's heartbeat, and we all looked at the live ultrasound together. So that was today! I told my work supervisor about my situation and she responded very warmly. I'm not quite keen on making such a big hoopla about this pregnancy (kind of like my first) so I'll take my time telling whomever I feel like as time passes. Oh but then again, I have a feeling I might just tell one person a day. :)