Evolution? I think not!

I know I haven't updated in a while. Truth be told, I am just tired and cranky and can't find anything fun to write about. Sophie and Jeff are still their same old entertaining selves- I just can't seem to remember any of the funny stuff they do or say at the moment! Lame of me, I know!

You might have seen on Facebook, the end of my pregnancy is proving to be eventful. First it was the pre-e scare, which thankfully came back as nothing. Of course, it means I collect 24 hours worth of my on pee in a jug I kept in my fridge for nothing, but who's counting?

Next came the extremely high blood sugar levels. Apparently, even though I passed my 28 weeks Gestational Diabete's test, some where between 28 weeks and 36 weeks I did develop it. The scary part about this is we haven't been monitoring me or the baby as closely or in the same manner we would have if it had been caught earlier. So from here til the end I am on the GD diet (I think the initials are a really good name for this diet during the holidays) and have to go to the dr twice weekly for non stress tests. Basically, I sit in a big comfy recliner and play on my phone for 20-30 minutes while a machine reads the baby's heart rate and I press a button whenever she moves.

In case you were wondering, yes- going to the dr twice a week sucks. I feel totally guilty about being out of work so much. My time is ticking to an end anyway so I hate constantly saying "Sorry I have to go to the dr" or "Sorry I won't be at that meetings bc I have a dr's appt". I also, in general, hate going to the dr that much. It is always the exact same. Pee in a cup? Check. Get on the scale and hid eyes? Check.Blood Pressure? Check. Baby moving ok? Check. Wait in a waiting room for the doc to come in and measure my belly and ask if I have any questions. Nope? OK see you in a few days..

 During a conversation with Jeff about all this stuff going on we started talking about evolution and the miracle of the human body. If you think about it, how freaking awesome is it that 2 little tiny cells can meet and make an entire human? And that another human can be the host/incubator for this new human? And how cool is it that my body knows exactly what to do? From my belly expanding to my organs shifting to the baby turning when she needs to and labor- its crazy cool how it all sort of just happens.

This leads me to my 1 gripe. If all the rest of my organs can move and shift and make room for my growing baby why can't my freaking bladder get on board and move too? Why does the bladder have to be the stubborn organ that refuses to get out of the way? Years and years of evolution and the damn bladder sticks to his guns, refuses to move and in turn gets used as my baby's pillow which she likes to grind her head again causing momma great pains.

Thanks a lot bladder.

Man I love that kid

even if she is an asshole sometimes.

She is stingy. Very stingy with her kisses and hugs. She didn't get it from me so Jeff must have taught her it.

This morning this is what went down:

Jeff is laying in bed. Sophie is laying on the couch watching Phineas and Ferb.











I am the only one actually up and I am getting ready for work.

Jeff (yelling from the bed): Sophie, come in here!

Sophie: What want?

Jeff: A kiss

Sophie: I laying on the couch

(Yes, this happened)

A little later

Sophie: Daddy, I want kisses

Jeff laughs and to me says: can you believe that?

Me to Sophie: Well come get one if you want one

Sophie: I no want your kisses, Mommy. I want Daddy kisses.



Like I said, my kids an asshole but I still love her.

No, you can not have some lemonade

Went to the Dr yesterday. I am so used to the typical pee on your hand in a cup, get your weight, take blood pressure, wait for midwife to say "Everything looks good. See you in 2 weeks" so yesterdays appt threw me for a loop.

During scale and cuff show, I mentioned to the nurse I was having some swelling and I had a crazy obsessive craving for ice. This lead to an additional iron test. 2 weeks ago my iron was ok at 11.7 (they like it to be between 12-14). Yesterday it was down to 8.8. So now I am on iron pills. No biggie.

I get in to see my midwife (side note: I don't know if I have ever mentioned just how much I love my midwife. I actually see 2 of them and they are so wonderful it isn't even funny) and she asks to see my swelling. It's the kind of swelling where if you push down on it the indention stays down. She then tells me I have also had a rapid weight gain of 6 pounds in 2 weeks and that my urine had protein in it. For those of you who don't know- this is 3 out of the 4 symptoms of preeclampsia. The 4th is high blood pressure, which I don't have yet but was one of the last things to develop when I was pregnant with Sophie.

So down to the lab I was sent to get blood work done and.....wait for it.......a pee jug. Looks like this Sunday I get to privileged of peeing in an orange container for 24 straight hours. This means I won't really be leaving my house bc 1- I am not carting my pee with me and 2- my pee has to be refrigerated.

So if you come over on Sunday, don't ask for any lemonade. Cause it's not lemonade.

Dinosaurs stole my kisses!

This is what Sophie told Jeff and I last night when we would ask for a kiss. She went on to elaborate the dinosaur was on the ceiling and it was coming to get Daddy. Daddy then had to do the "dinosaur dance" where he run around the kitchen and her bedroom trying to simultaneously catch the dinosaur and get the dinosaur to stop eating his leg. Unfortunately for Jeff, he never could catch that old dinosaur. Sophie could though- on the first try. She put him in a plastic walmart bag, shashed him up real good and tossed him in the trash.

Then I said "Sophie, now that the dinosaur is gone do you have any kisses I could have?"

And she did.

Manner's are important

At least that's what my 2 year old tells me.

We are big on manners. We always use please and thank you (and this isn't limited to Sophie, Jeff and I do it was well)

Last night while in the tub Sophie was serving me "coffee" via these toy shapes we have in there from some long forgotten and probably tossed tub boat. I "drank" all mine (not really cause you know Sophie totally peed in the water.

When she asked if I wanted more I said "Yes, please".

Sophie: Thank you for saying please, Mommy

Me: Thank you (after she gave me more coffee- which was very hot and I had to blow on it)

Sophie: Thank you for saying.....thank you!

Sophie (after a moments thought): Manners are very important.


Yes they are my dear!

Ugh.......Uggs

Welp, I am finally to the point in my pregnancy where I am willing to admit that heels are no longer my friend. I mean, I am still going to wear them because I love them (in fact I have some on right now) but I will concede that maybe that quack of a chiro wasn't so far off base when he said heels will make my back hurt more. Damn, I hate that he is right.

I don't really have any other winter shoes I like that I would consider work shoes. I have tons of flat boots but as far as shoes to wear with dress pants? None. Usually, I just stick with black or brown pumps.

Since I only have roughly 7 weeks left, I refuse to buy new shoes that probably won't get worn so I am going super classy and wearing Uggs to work under my dress pants. I look frumpy and not at all stylish but at least my tootsies are comfy.