Did you know that there's almost as much sugar in milk as in a regular soda? Nope? Me either.
Went to the endocrinologist today to try to sort out the blood sugar numbers. Lovely man, very personable, he has given me 2 weeks to try to maintain my levels myself with diet. He ouwl have liked to include exercise but I can barely walk with the pubic symphisis thingie so that's not really an option for me. He told me about the milk thing, blew my mind.
I am a milk addict! I love me some cold milk, morning noon and night, there's nothing better to drink in my world but now that I know about the sugar content I have to rethink that.
Also have to up my protein intake, not eating enough of that and supplementing with carbs 'cos I'm hungry all the time - result - high blood sugars.
So welcome to the severely restricted diet, expect many posts about how fucking pissed off I am to be monitoring every fucking bite. I'm not good with these kind of things, but if I want my VBAC I'll have to give it my best shot. BLEAGH.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Hathor the Cow Goddess and the Evolution Revolution » birthsmart series
Hathor the Cow Goddess and the Evolution Revolution » birthsmart series
I'm a fan of Hathor the Cow Goddess, she gets it so very right with this series, well done that girl!
I'm a fan of Hathor the Cow Goddess, she gets it so very right with this series, well done that girl!
Monday, June 11, 2007
Pants
Ha - see that? I'm being punny!
I'm posting about my breathing - hence the pants and the dire need of comfortable pants to wear now that my belly is obscuring my view of anything beneath it - pants and pants, see? God I'm good!
Anyway, the breathing issue has improved immensely, am still a little short of breath, especially today at work, but nowhere near as bad as I was last week, I don't think the baby moved or anything, could have been allergies maybe? Or a virus? Whatever it was, it seems to have improved so I'm not going to poke it anymore.
Now pants people, pants, honest to fuck, what the hell am I supposed to cover my gargantuan frame in every day? Nothing is comfortable, NOTHING ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY NOTHING. Yes, I'm shouting and yes I know that's not nice, but I could weep with the uncomfortableness of my pants right now and I am wearing my previously sure bet for comfort pants so I am royally screwed.
I honestly, although I am shamed to admit it, did a google for Muumuu's earlier. Don't do a search for mumu, apparently it means f@nny to some people - who knew? I had to wiki the correct spelling. They look comfy but then I think my thighs would rub together and that would be nasty and I would look 20 billion times worse than I do right now which would really be saying something.
Am I really contemplating dungarees (overalls to Americans) could I really do that to my ego? Are they not a pain in the arse to unbuckle 20 times a day to pee?
Suggestions folks?
I wouldn't dare wear pajama pants for fear redmum would get on a plan and kick my arse. She had a post some time ago about pajama wearing teens, I can't find it at the moment, sorry, but trust me I've known this woman for about 20 years, I know she could kick my arse anytime she wants to.
I'm posting about my breathing - hence the pants and the dire need of comfortable pants to wear now that my belly is obscuring my view of anything beneath it - pants and pants, see? God I'm good!
Anyway, the breathing issue has improved immensely, am still a little short of breath, especially today at work, but nowhere near as bad as I was last week, I don't think the baby moved or anything, could have been allergies maybe? Or a virus? Whatever it was, it seems to have improved so I'm not going to poke it anymore.
Now pants people, pants, honest to fuck, what the hell am I supposed to cover my gargantuan frame in every day? Nothing is comfortable, NOTHING ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY NOTHING. Yes, I'm shouting and yes I know that's not nice, but I could weep with the uncomfortableness of my pants right now and I am wearing my previously sure bet for comfort pants so I am royally screwed.
I honestly, although I am shamed to admit it, did a google for Muumuu's earlier. Don't do a search for mumu, apparently it means f@nny to some people - who knew? I had to wiki the correct spelling. They look comfy but then I think my thighs would rub together and that would be nasty and I would look 20 billion times worse than I do right now which would really be saying something.
Am I really contemplating dungarees (overalls to Americans) could I really do that to my ego? Are they not a pain in the arse to unbuckle 20 times a day to pee?
Suggestions folks?
I wouldn't dare wear pajama pants for fear redmum would get on a plan and kick my arse. She had a post some time ago about pajama wearing teens, I can't find it at the moment, sorry, but trust me I've known this woman for about 20 years, I know she could kick my arse anytime she wants to.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Home
Am home today for the 2nd time this week...hmmm
What's going on?
Shortness of breath, yes I know that's par for the pregnancy course but I am only 30 wks and I'm breathing like a 60 a day smoker with emphysema. Earlier in the week (and last week) this was accompanied by dizzy spells and unbelievable drop dead weakness. That's kind of alleviated now thanks to vast quantities of water and an upping of my protein intake, I was anemic and dehydrated apparently.
Anyway, I spent Tuesday evening in the ER having a cat scan, nothing like serious medical tests to scare the pants right off you. Also had an ultrasound of my heart on Wednesday to make sure it's not enlarged. It's not, nor do I have anything sinister in my lungs, which after 20 years smoking and growing up in a house full of smokers is a major relief!
Am pissed off at feeling like an old lady (note I did not say little, I am anything but fucking little at the moment) afraid to go down to the basement in case I can't get back up, running out of steam half way to the fridge to get water, it taking me 15 minutes to work up the energy to get up and pee in the middle of the night. Seriously fucking annoying.
Am off to the doc in a few minutes to see if she can shed any light on this.
Anyone got any bright ideas?
FYI - I'm carrying waaayyyyy low, baby is practically at my knees thanks to zero ab supports from previous c-section so baby is not pressing on my diaphragm. Blood pressure is fine as are blood sugar levels, heart rate fine, everything else ok, so internets...ideas? Suggestions?
If I'm stuck like this for another 9-10 weeks I will go nuts.
What's going on?
Shortness of breath, yes I know that's par for the pregnancy course but I am only 30 wks and I'm breathing like a 60 a day smoker with emphysema. Earlier in the week (and last week) this was accompanied by dizzy spells and unbelievable drop dead weakness. That's kind of alleviated now thanks to vast quantities of water and an upping of my protein intake, I was anemic and dehydrated apparently.
Anyway, I spent Tuesday evening in the ER having a cat scan, nothing like serious medical tests to scare the pants right off you. Also had an ultrasound of my heart on Wednesday to make sure it's not enlarged. It's not, nor do I have anything sinister in my lungs, which after 20 years smoking and growing up in a house full of smokers is a major relief!
Am pissed off at feeling like an old lady (note I did not say little, I am anything but fucking little at the moment) afraid to go down to the basement in case I can't get back up, running out of steam half way to the fridge to get water, it taking me 15 minutes to work up the energy to get up and pee in the middle of the night. Seriously fucking annoying.
Am off to the doc in a few minutes to see if she can shed any light on this.
Anyone got any bright ideas?
FYI - I'm carrying waaayyyyy low, baby is practically at my knees thanks to zero ab supports from previous c-section so baby is not pressing on my diaphragm. Blood pressure is fine as are blood sugar levels, heart rate fine, everything else ok, so internets...ideas? Suggestions?
If I'm stuck like this for another 9-10 weeks I will go nuts.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Hangovers
Fatmammycat has a hangover, she describes it very well. However I just left this comment on her post:
If I get sloshed (non-pregnant obviously) I have to deal with little man in the morning no matter how bad I feel. Most of my friends don't have children, they have dogs, some don't even have dogs, they have plants and they can't even look after them properly!
Sometimes I envy their lack of obligation but most of the time I think, it's all fun & games now in your 30s/40s and in some cases 50s but how much fun will it be in 10 years? How much damage are you doing to your body? I think that's what worries me most and stops me from doing it, the damage to your body.
When my Dad was diagnosed with a brain tumour, they opened him up to see if they could operate, closed him up again and told us it was pointless. The scary part was that they said the damage was 30 years old. He had done most of the damage to his brain while he was in his 30s! What the fuck! My Dad died at 67, that's way too young.
I'd like to live as long as possible myself, certainly until my children make me a Granny and even past that for a while, until I'm tired and fed up and ready to move on to whetever comes next or nothing at all if that's all there is. Pouring alcohol down my neck regularly in sizeable quantities isn't going to help me do that.
It can be fun though and I kind of miss that.
Maybe I should unclench.
No sympathy from me at all for the hangover, you drink and have a great time, feck off you deserve that hangover!Bit mean I know but feck it, I have a simmering resentment towards people who can go out and get drunk. I'm not sure how much of it is because I've lost my taste for it or how much is tied up in envy of their irresponsibility or lack of responsibilty, y'know?
I've completely lost my taste for alcohol see, and I miss it dreadfully.
I've tried to get it back but after two drinks I think blah why bother so I sit and listen to the slurring shite spouted in my direction and generally go home early.
It's depressing.
Not so much now that I'm big with child again, I have no desire to go out at all these days, people tend to stare at pregnant women in bars after a certain hour, but I'm sure it will return when this child is birthed and weaned in about 12 months.
I will get pissed again dammit, I will!
If I get sloshed (non-pregnant obviously) I have to deal with little man in the morning no matter how bad I feel. Most of my friends don't have children, they have dogs, some don't even have dogs, they have plants and they can't even look after them properly!
Sometimes I envy their lack of obligation but most of the time I think, it's all fun & games now in your 30s/40s and in some cases 50s but how much fun will it be in 10 years? How much damage are you doing to your body? I think that's what worries me most and stops me from doing it, the damage to your body.
When my Dad was diagnosed with a brain tumour, they opened him up to see if they could operate, closed him up again and told us it was pointless. The scary part was that they said the damage was 30 years old. He had done most of the damage to his brain while he was in his 30s! What the fuck! My Dad died at 67, that's way too young.
I'd like to live as long as possible myself, certainly until my children make me a Granny and even past that for a while, until I'm tired and fed up and ready to move on to whetever comes next or nothing at all if that's all there is. Pouring alcohol down my neck regularly in sizeable quantities isn't going to help me do that.
It can be fun though and I kind of miss that.
Maybe I should unclench.
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Thin woman
Spotted this on True Mom Confessions just now:
Here's another one:
Some of the confessions on the site are worrying though, I feel bad for the kids.
There's a True Dad Confessions site now too, it seems to be mostly about sex, surprise surprise.
Some of the confessions on there are deeply worrying!
Inside me is a thin woman trying to get out. I usually shut the bitch up with chocolateExcellent!
Here's another one:
Sorry big man but I agree, much as I like camping, and I do, it's not a holiday. I'm not saying, like she does, that I do everything when we camp, big man does the setting up, breaking down and cooking in general but a holiday, like the woman says, is someone else doing all the cleaning and feeding while we relax in a pool or on a beach and little man plays his heart out. Bliss - escpecially if there are no biting insects and/or a screened in porch.
A vacation is room service, and someone else making my bed. Let's get that clear have not had a "vacation" in about 10 years.
Some of the confessions on the site are worrying though, I feel bad for the kids.
There's a True Dad Confessions site now too, it seems to be mostly about sex, surprise surprise.
Some of the confessions on there are deeply worrying!
Monday, June 4, 2007
The heat
Oh gods, the heat!
The heat this weekend nearly killed me. Saturday it was so hot and humid I really couldn't move, seriously, no t taking the piss or milking it at all!
Had...no...energy...was...like...moving...lead...didn't...even...have...the...strength...to...talk...
Was BRUTAL!
Then there was a thunderstorm and phew did I feel better.
What the fuck am I going to do in July & August?
The heat this weekend nearly killed me. Saturday it was so hot and humid I really couldn't move, seriously, no t taking the piss or milking it at all!
Had...no...energy...was...like...moving...lead...didn't...even...have...the...strength...to...talk...
Was BRUTAL!
Then there was a thunderstorm and phew did I feel better.
What the fuck am I going to do in July & August?
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