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Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Getting tough
Wide awake at 1 am, putting ice on my feet to soothe the swelling and aching. I seriously don't know what work shoes I can wear or how much standing/walking I can manage tomorrow. Some of my sneakers don't even fit - now how sad is that? Nothing like this happened with Peanut - so much different. This really stinks...I can only imagine I may show signs of preeclampsia in the next few weeks - blood pressure is already creeping up and having swelling like never before. My feet looked alien to me Thursday night/Friday and today my fingers felt like balloons with very frequent numbness. I keep checking for swelling in my eyelids/face - I read that was a more serious sign to watch out for. I am going to stop working at 36 weeks (33.5weeks now)-that means I may have to take some leave post-baby at partial pay. Not sure how that will work out as Ians contract work is completely dried up now and in my mind I am already wondering about the oil bill and other large expenses. Student loans will need to be deferred once again-I hate that. Gotta just believe things will turn around eventually.
The next few weeks of work are going to be brutal - I have to wrap up as much as I can while completely training someone to cover me while I am out. The girl is very nice - I don't want to leave her hanging- my boss is not the most supportive person and did very little to train me initially.
Generally, men just aren't sensitive to how hard pregnancy can be -well, maybe some men are, but none that I know! That definitely includes Ian...in my head, I imagine going through labor and delivery on my own just to see if I could mentally handle that alone. That sounds bizarre, but I bet I would be okay (maybe better) dealing with that alone. Perhaps the old days of men waiting in the waiting room would be better for me? Or having a fully engaged partner would be preferable...don't know the answer to that one.
My dogs (of course) are very supportive...and keep me company during sleepless nights. I have at least two labs at my feet right now - Naida usually licks my feet during the night. Sounds gross but it actually feels good (like a strange pedicure- ha ha!). Maybe the labs could be my labor partners? I'd probably be more relaxed...with a nice cat purring next to my pillow...now that would be soothing. Franz would have filled that role nicely.
The ice feels good, but I am no closer to sleep...keep counting down the hours til I have to get up and go to work. If I could take a sleep aid, I would! My fingers are numb...so that is all for tonight.
The next few weeks of work are going to be brutal - I have to wrap up as much as I can while completely training someone to cover me while I am out. The girl is very nice - I don't want to leave her hanging- my boss is not the most supportive person and did very little to train me initially.
Generally, men just aren't sensitive to how hard pregnancy can be -well, maybe some men are, but none that I know! That definitely includes Ian...in my head, I imagine going through labor and delivery on my own just to see if I could mentally handle that alone. That sounds bizarre, but I bet I would be okay (maybe better) dealing with that alone. Perhaps the old days of men waiting in the waiting room would be better for me? Or having a fully engaged partner would be preferable...don't know the answer to that one.
My dogs (of course) are very supportive...and keep me company during sleepless nights. I have at least two labs at my feet right now - Naida usually licks my feet during the night. Sounds gross but it actually feels good (like a strange pedicure- ha ha!). Maybe the labs could be my labor partners? I'd probably be more relaxed...with a nice cat purring next to my pillow...now that would be soothing. Franz would have filled that role nicely.
The ice feels good, but I am no closer to sleep...keep counting down the hours til I have to get up and go to work. If I could take a sleep aid, I would! My fingers are numb...so that is all for tonight.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Pumpkins at the market.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
The fun never ends
Our 4 month old fridge died on Monday and is supposedly now fixed...not feeling too confident in that GE customer service.
I was driving home from work in NJ this afternoon at a high speed in the left lane of I95, cars all around and no shoulder, when my car seemed to slip and then wouldn't accelerate. The darn 2011 with only 14000 highway miles on it died. I had to slow down as much as possible *while in the left lane of I95* and get onto the grassy median...*no shoulder*. I called for service and a tow and waited. Hot, thirsty, having to pee, and stressed out beyond belief. Felt like a sitting duck, car was shaking as everyone whizzed right past me. I have never had a car break down while traveling at 80mph...not something I want to experience again. Well, Ian met me and the tow at the local Ford dealer...he was nice and got me a cold ice tea as I was very thirsty and hadn't had a chance to eat my afternoon snack (have to regulate my blood sugars now)... 90% through that drink I realized it was not diet and was a sugary bomb to my diabetes regulation...boy that was a crappy feeling and a fitting end to my day. If my stupid car isn't the death of me these days, then stress surely will be. Just can't catch a break it seems. I have been taking this gestational diabetes so seriously, but it is hard when stress and others undermine your efforts. I don't want to take meds for it...ironic as I work for a pharma that has a decent presence in the diabetes med market.
I was driving home from work in NJ this afternoon at a high speed in the left lane of I95, cars all around and no shoulder, when my car seemed to slip and then wouldn't accelerate. The darn 2011 with only 14000 highway miles on it died. I had to slow down as much as possible *while in the left lane of I95* and get onto the grassy median...*no shoulder*. I called for service and a tow and waited. Hot, thirsty, having to pee, and stressed out beyond belief. Felt like a sitting duck, car was shaking as everyone whizzed right past me. I have never had a car break down while traveling at 80mph...not something I want to experience again. Well, Ian met me and the tow at the local Ford dealer...he was nice and got me a cold ice tea as I was very thirsty and hadn't had a chance to eat my afternoon snack (have to regulate my blood sugars now)... 90% through that drink I realized it was not diet and was a sugary bomb to my diabetes regulation...boy that was a crappy feeling and a fitting end to my day. If my stupid car isn't the death of me these days, then stress surely will be. Just can't catch a break it seems. I have been taking this gestational diabetes so seriously, but it is hard when stress and others undermine your efforts. I don't want to take meds for it...ironic as I work for a pharma that has a decent presence in the diabetes med market.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
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