Tears & Laughter

Good Morning Humble Readers...

It's been an up and down kind of day already. 

The Down:

My day started this morning earlier than I would have liked, but the pain in my hips is making it hard for me to stay asleep all night.  So I was awake before 5am again this morning... ugh!!  Then, when I tested my blood sugar, it was higher than it's been in a week.  I ended up bawling in my kitchen (again!) because this whole thing is just so damned frustrating.  And when I say bawling, I mean hiccup sobbing.  I feel like an idiot now for letting the number on that stupid little screen dictate how I feel about myself... it's worse than a scale.

The Up:

It's Thursday, so that means it's a doctor day.  My appointment with Dr. U was at 9.  I got to see the Halfling again... he/she is now in a head down position, so we weren't able to see a whole lot, but the heart rate is good, and baby is growing.  As of this week, my fundal height is measuring a bit ahead, and I really feel that my belly has popped out a lot more in the last few days.  Dr. U was great about my blood sugars, and increased my insulin again a bit.  I told him about my morning, and how I feel like all I'm doing is barely treading water, but not making any real progress.  He told me that at this point in the pregnancy, I am at my most susceptible to even the smallest fluctuations in hormone levels (which will affect my blood sugar) and reminded me that we are going to be playing catch up for the rest of the pregnancy.  When I expressed my concern at how much insulin I'm taking, he told me not to worry.  He's had patients who were at double what I'm at now, at the same point in a pregnancy.  He did warn me that my insulin will likely end up a lot higher by the end.  He also told me that he's very happy with how serious I'm taking this, but that I need to ease up on myself.  Have I mentioned how much I appreciate him?

So, my morning started with tears... and thankfully it was on it's way to getting better.  I left Dr. U's office feeling better about things. 

And that's when God decided I needed a little laugh. 

As I was walking down the hallway and out of Dr. U's building, I felt my underwear starting to slide down my backside.  My maternity jeans are still a little loose in the back end, so they weren't really helping to keep things in place.  I got in the elevator by myself, so I took a moment to adjust... but I wasn't able to get things situated properly before the doors opened again.   So, I was waiting outside the building for my cab, and I could feel them inching down my fanny again.  By the time my cab arrived, they had completely slipped off my hips.  Trying to walk to the cab, and then from the cab to my front door (including up a flight of stairs) was hilarious.  I guess I should have invested in maternity undies after all.