*cross-posted from http://www.anordinarymom.com/
This pregnancy is flying by, really, like an F-16. My boys tell me they’re fast
The last many weeks have been pretty easy, other than facing the fact that I’m gaining more weight, earlier, than in any of my previous pregnancies. My out-of-control carb cravings (and subsequent giving in to said cravings on a regular basis) probably have something to do with it. There is also the advanced maternal age thing, but we can pretend I didn’t mention that. I’ve gained 30 pounds, already, give or take an ounce. I’ve barely gained 30 pounds by the end of my previous pregnancies. Sigh. Oh, well.
My midwife says I look great, because, well, for those of you that don’t actually know me in real life, I’m usually quite scrawny, the tall and thin kind of scrawny. So, yeah, this 30 pounds of pregnancy weight has landed me in the normal healthy weight range for my heaight. She’s usually concerned about me being too thin, not so much this time…
At yesterday’s midwife appointment, I measured 4 weeks ahead. She measured again. I have never, ever, measured even 1 week ahead, in all of 7 previous complete, full-term pregnancies. I’ve measured a couple centimeters behind, despite growing very large babies, but never, ever, have I measured ahead. 4 weeks ahead is a big jump, considering I was right on at my last appointment.
I was given the option of an ultrasound this week, to measure baby and fluid levels, or waiting for my next appointment (in 2 weeks), and if I’m still measuring that far ahead, we’d shedule the ultrasound. I decided to wait.
And then she called with the results of my 1 hr glucose tolerance test. I failed. My blood sugar level was way too high. They’ve lowered the threshold in recent years, but even with the old cut-off, I would’ve failed. Yikes.
I’ve never even come close to failing that test. I’ve always had low blood sugar issues. Crazy, huh?
I’m going to have to muster great amounts of self-control and conquer those carb cravings, eh? Yowsers.
I’m also going to have to go in again this week, after fasting, and have the 3 hr test. Blech. Not excited about that one. Knitting time or no knitting time, 3 hrs in the lab at the clinic? Ugh. But, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, right?
Well, 12 more weeks. Normally, I would add, “and then some”, since I have a bad habit of going past my due date and needing to be induced, but things are different this time around… so we’ll just have to wait and see what happens…
Wait a minute! I just said 12 more weeks, which means crunch time for baby kitting, sewing, and crafting! Guess time’s gonna fly by just a wee bit faster…