I want to start off by issuing a retraction. I mentioned in an earlier post that I was in my 3rd trimester, but was soon reminded that you’re not in the 3rd trimester when you start month 6, but rather when you’re fully through month 6, which I am now. So defeating. But on a positive note, feeling like I was already in the 3rd trimester made the past 4 weeks go by pretty quickly.
So yeah, 28 weeks now. End of 2nd trimester.
The most common question I get these days is, “How are you feeling?” Every time I see a friend, run into an acquaintance, talk to family, “How are you feeling? How are you feeling? How are you FEELING?!”
And I have lost my ability to answer. I mean, it’s just like when someone asks a non-pregnant person, “How’s it going?”
You don’t say to them, “Well, I got a parking ticket, and I can’t believe how high gas prices are right now, and I have this weird clicky thing going on in my wrist, and I’m not getting along with my coworkers right now…” Because we all know no one really wants to hear you go on and on about your gripes. So, we all just say, “Fine.” And we move on. Right?
So, when you ask a pregnant woman, whose body has been completely taken over by hormones and the extra human being growing inside of her, how she’s feeling, what do you really want her to say?
If you read my last post, you know my real answer would likely be some variation of the phrase, “Not great.” But, no one really wants to hear that. So, it’s, “Well, I’m a little tired, but I feel ok.” Lies, all of it lies.
Also of note, I have developed a mild case of gestational dia-bee-tus. (Not only was the test hellish, leaving huge bruises on my arms that are still there, but it also delivered bad news. Come ON, universe.) I am supposed to hear from the hospital’s diabetes clinic sometime this week with some more information on managing the condition, but the doctor who called me on Friday with the results was very discouraging. “No sugar, no carbs.” Which is, you know, like, EVERYTHING.
I had a short consult with Dr. Google and it seems I can have carbs in moderation, spread out over the course of a day. And even a little bit of fruit. So, it won’t be all eggs and veggies from here on out like I first imagined. Not that I don’t enjoy eggs and veggies, but I’ve still got 12 more weeks with this pregnancy gig, and I’d like to not spend it learning to hate eggs and veggies. If you’ve been through this, and have any advice / words of encouragement, please pass them along. Who knows when I’ll actually hear from these people.
For me, the most discouraging part of it is that now I have a slightly higher risk of developing Type 2 diabetes when I get older. I had planned on creating a mega weight loss boot camp for myself after having the baby, and this is just more fuel for the fire under my butt that I’ll have to light. But, just something else for me to worry about for the remainder of my existence, whoopee!
But anyway, it’s here, the third trimester. Third trimester, let’s DO this. 40 weeks, here I come. I mean, here I waddle.