>>I’m a lot less worried now about the whole gestational diabetes thing than I was. I had an appointment with a different midwife, who was much more informed, and she said I’m a very borderline case, and to not really sweat it. I also made an appointment for next week with the diabetes clinic, and I hope to leave there finally fully informed. I am managing to get through the days, but I carry hardboiled eggs or cheese sticks with me wherever I go now, in case hunger strikes. Before, if I was out and about and got hungry, I’d get a soft pretzel or a Jamba Juice, or some other terrible convenience food item. But that’s all off limits now so…better carry something with me. And I’m trying to get more vegetables in there, even though I don’t enjoy most veggies cooked, and raw veggies have a tendency to wreak havoc on my overly sensitive digestive system. I ate vegetables before, of course, but I had the carbs to sort of carry things along, and give my stomach more to work on than just raw vegetables. Work in progress. I’m hoping I get some permission to indulge in some carbs once in a while. The longer I go without the sugary stuff, the less I miss it. But the carbs? Oh man, what I wouldn’t do to rip into a crusty baguette right now.
>>We went on a mini little staycation to Davis over the weekend, and on Sunday Bowie started showing signs of a bladder infection. Symptoms had mostly cleared up by Tuesday morning when I finally got him in to see the doctor, so we figured it was a reaction to the chemicals in the hotel swimming pool, common with young kids. But she took a urine sample anyway. Yesterday she told me the culture had shown something a little worrisome, so now he’s on antibiotics. Whenever we give him medicine, he is very curious as to why he’s getting it, what it’s for. So I said, “Remember when your penis was hurting when you went potty? It’s to make sure that won’t happen anymore.” So now he’s telling everyone he’s taking “penis medicine”. Thankfully most of the people we spend time with also have preschoolers at home and figure there’s some logical explanation that goes along with that.
>>I was thinking forward to the holiday season, and the little traditional get-togethers we have both here in the city and with family across the country, and I was (very shallowly) bummed I wouldn’t be able to drink wine for some of it, but then it dawned on me that Yes! I can! I will have the baby by New Year’s. I will have the baby by Christmas. I will have the baby by Thanksgiving. YOU GUYS: I’m going to be the mother of two sons by Halloween. Every time that “X more weeks” makes me feel like I’ve got forever to go, I’m going to try to remember this. And that by this time next year, I’ll be lamenting that baby is getting too big too fast.
>>Bowie’s behavior at school has been so awesome lately (KNOCK ON WOOD). I know it has a lot to do with the fact that there’s about half the amount of other kids there as there are during the regular school year. But, I’d like to think the therapy is helping a bit (we’re 3 sessions in). The teachers and most of the other parents totally get it, and are super supportive and give me nice “you’ll get through it” arm squeezes, and still invite us on playdates because they know what’s going on. There are a handful though, that are overly concerned about his behavior, and have even tried to intervene (I mean, aside from their duties as a working parent at school). But lately he has been on par with just being an average 4 year old. He gets a toy taken away from him and pushes the other kid. Even though 10 minutes earlier, Sally Jo had a toy taken away from her and pushed the other kid, because it’s Bowie, they hone in on his behavior as something that needs to be fixed, rehabilitated, reformed, but Sally Jo? Oh, she’s just being a kid. It’s SO hard to deal with this. Bowie isn’t acting out, he’s reacting to stimuli that most of the other kids can easily brush off. And I also feel like a huge part of him getting past this is being treated like the other kids, especially when he’s acting like the other kids, when he’s back on their level. I’m a little emotional about lately it because I’m
pregnant feeling protective of him, wondering what’s being said to him when I’m not around. And I’m proud of him for the incredible strides he’s already made. And when the therapist tells me how bright and creative and sweet he is, I just want to hug her until I break her in half. Now, if she could just hold a seminar at school where she just talks about how awesome my kid is if you just give him a chance…
>>I just wrote a whole paragraph about the weather, and then deleted it. Who blogs about the weather?! (A busy mama with writer’s block, that’s who.)
Happy weekend and happy Independence Day!