Recipe!

The Oh, Shit, Dairy Queen is Closed and I am Seven Months Pregnant Faux Blizzard Flavor Treat

Ingredients:

-one extremely patient and understanding husband
-one Kitchen Aid mixer, received as Christmas present from awesome aunt
-paddle attachment for same
-cup that is kind of shaped like a Dairy Queen cup, for purposes of verisimilitude because that is important
-iced tea spoon with long handle (see above; IMPORTANT)

Oh, and a pint of vanilla Haagen-Dazs. And one king-size Snickers.

Obviously I passed my gestational diabetes test. Wilfred Brimley and the Lorax are both very pleased.

How the glucose screening went.

Today I had my screening test to check for gestational diabetes. I went in to the lab, was given 10 oz of orange glucose drink, and was told to drink it down within five minutes. An hour later I'd have my blood drawn to...I don't know, make sure I still had some. I guess.

Everyone who's ever been pregnant and had this test done will warn you about it and make it sound really scary (migraines! puking!) or tell you how gross the drink tastes (like flat orange soda! or cough syrup!) but I was pleasantly surprised to find out it didn't taste too bad. In fact, it reminded me of those sugary drinks in the plastic barrels with the foil tops that I used to have as a kid. My mom would buy me one at the Food Lion if I behaved myself while she did the grocery shopping. So there was a Pavlovian response built right in, and I started the test feeling pretty good!

The taste got a little old about halfway through, but I was prepared to soldier through.

What I wasn't prepared for? Was the sugar crash that came next.

35 minutes later

45 minutes later

One hour later

I should get the results tomorrow or early next week. But in the meantime, I'm going to sleep. And then when I wake up, I am going to single-handedly eat the quart of ice cream I made James buy me as a reward on the way home. For training purposes. Next time, sugar, I'm coming for YOU.

Into the third trimester

Today I am officially 26 weeks pregnant, or two-thirds of the way done baking this baby. Entering the third trimester is an important milestone. It means that Baby V weighs almost two pounds and that in just over three months, I'll be someone's mom.

It also means that it's time for a photoshoot in front of the pantry!

Please note in the background the Zulu shield and the unbaby-proofed, death-trap kitchen.

This picture below was not taken in front of the pantry, but I love it all the same because from the way I'm posing, it looks like I have perky 1940s hair. And that I am about to make out with William Powell. 

Starring Cathy as Myrna Loy and the bump as Asta.

In celebration of the fact that we officially have less than 100 days to learn how to keep a baby alive, James and I went out for lunch today. Yay! We went to our favorite Korean restaurant. Han Gang is amazing in general, but it's perfect for a pregnant lady, because of the sheer amount of food they give you.

By the time we left, this table looked like it had been overrun with uber-destructive, Little House on the Prairie style locusts.

Happy third trimester, Baby V.!

Bed rest update: 5 weeks and counting

Tomorrow marks five weeks since I was put on bed rest because of a risk of preterm labor. The good news is that it's working--which is also the bad news, in a way, because it means I have to stay on bed rest for the foreseeable future. I'm not sure how long exactly. Baby V's lungs should be fully developed by 34 weeks, but she won't be full term until 37 weeks. Which would be 12 weeks from now. The idea of 12 more weeks spent in bed kind of gives me a bad feeling in my chest, so we won't dwell. Instead, we'll try and think positively: maybe the perinatologist will be so impressed by my progress at my appointment tomorrow that he will set me free!

But just in case he doesn't (Sigh: he won't), at least James and I have fallen into something of a routine. James works from home, so he's around to make sure I have things like food and water when I need them. Every morning he brings me breakfast and I get up and shower--I'm allowed one a day--and move myself from my bed to the futon set up in the corner of our living room. James goes to work, and I try to fend for myself until lunchtime. Luckily, this is easy because everything in the world I could possibly need (vitamins, hair ties, Atomic Fireballs) is set up in baskets on the coffee table next to my bed.

Rapidly running out of lap room for the lap top.

When I'm not reading or weeping over a House Hunters International marathon (someone found their dream vacation home in Bulgaria! Sob!), I am somewhere on the internet. Usually immersed in a blog or website that has something to do with pregnancy or child-rearing. I spent a lot of time researching baby products. It can get a little scary, to tell the truth, with charts and lists and Excel spreadsheets. James is a little afraid that he will look over one day and I will have covered the wall by the futon with pictures of strollers and car seats, all connected by bits of string with scary red letters and words scrawled over everything.

And I am lucky to know or be related to so many nice people who make sure we're getting everything we need. Lovely friends and family are running our errands, doing our laundry, showering us with food, books, Starbucks, old-school Nintendo games and lots of well wishes and prayers. When I think about it, it makes me want to cry, and I'm sure it would even if I wasn't coursing with pregnancy hormones. We are so grateful for everything.

And we are grateful that Baby herself is doing so well. At her last visit two weeks ago she was measuring right on track at 15 ounces. Today, according to my baby book, she's almost 1.5 pounds! Which I refuse to get teary about. Under the circumstances, I'm glad she's growing up so fast!

And did I mention that I'm grateful for company?

This is your life (so far)

Most women get one or two ultrasounds during their pregnancies, one at 12 weeks to check for birth defects and another at 20 weeks to check the anatomy of the baby. The one good thing about having a high-risk pregnancy is that we've gotten to see our baby a lot more than the average expectant parents. Today I was looking back at all of baby's pictures and realizes that it's really been so cool to be able to see her at so many different stages of development!

6 weeks

7 weeks

9 weeks

10 weeks, or "WOW, there's actually a BABY in there!"

12 weeks

15 weeks

19 weeks

21 weeks