Tuesday, October 25, 2011

November 4, 2011

D-Day.

This is the day that they will go and fetch the boy if he does not end up following his big sister's footsteps and come on his own early.

We are just hanging out. I have doctor's appointments 2x a week. Everything seems fine and dandy. I am slowly biding my time.

I do find it amusing that the Perinatologist keeps asking if I am still working 'outside of the home'. I feel like asking him "this is the US, no? We haven't woken up in Canada, Finland, or the UK where we actually give proper maternity leave, now have we???"

Work is crazy busy, but as my Colonel pointed out, I'm just going to have to let go and assume it will get done.


That's all from here, folks. Thanks for checking in on me. :)

Friday, October 7, 2011

Blood Pressure and Sugar

So, did I ever mention that I get hypertensive with pregnancy? And that I get gestational diabetes?

The hypertension was pretty intense with the girl. It climbed up slowly starting at about 24 weeks, and I was popping methlydopa like candy by the time I delivered. A lot of it was just the stress of the unknown. And the gestational diabetes was well maintained with diet and a smidge of metformin.

Fast forward to this pregnancy. Blood pressure held off until 33 weeks. Since it's been 3 years, they decided to try a new drug on me, convinced that methyldopa doesn't work well. I took it in the morning, and two hours later there were bugs crawling on my face and I was vomiting in the bathroom next to my office. Back on methyldopa I went. And my blood pressure has been pretty stable with no protein in my urine. So this is PIH (pregnancy induced hypertension) and not pre-eclampsia (in case you were wondering).

The sugar situation is the same, but I have been doing really well with the diet, but for some UNKNOWN reason, they have become a bit psycho in the medical community about keeping fasting blood sugars below 90 in the morning. Mine hover around 93. So, after a week of more than 4 readings coming in above 90, they prescribed a med to help lower the fasting blood sugars. They started me on the lowest dose a couple of days ago. My blood sugar was 80 this morning. And I was starving. Like insane hungry. Then about 4 hours after lunch today, I started shaking. Badly. I took my blood sugar and it was 60! One of my Colonels (who is an M.D.) was trying like hell to find something for me to eat quickly to get my blood sugar back up. His daughter is Type I diabetic and he was (is) at a loss on why they prescribed a med when I was not having fasting glucose above 100. As I was leaning against my car I joked that they were trying to make sure the last 4 weeks of pregnancy were complete and utter hell on me. He agreed.

I am 35 weeks on Monday. They are going to fetch him at 38 weeks because of the PIH (even though it's under control). That means the week of Oct. 31-Nov 5 will be D-Day.

We've had lots of ultrasounds, and they show his chubby cheeks and a head full of hair. I get weepy at the thought that I get to meet him in a few weeks.

I have a baby shower tomorrow. Gifts have been spilling in. Little outfits of blue and brown. Blankets with monkeys on them. I feel almost normal.

Almost.