Big Boob!

No, I am not talking about the perks of being 32 weeks pregnant...

I am talking about doing the diabetes blood test five times a day. It makes me queazy. I know, I know, it is only a prick but it still gives me the willies to do it. So hats off to all you out there who are diabetic because you are troopers. I am lucky because this won't last my whole life for me (thank goodness).

So I went to the dietician yesterday and got the two-hour low down on diabetes and the food I have to eat, my meal plan, how to test my blood, what my risks are and what the baby's risks are. Hearing all the risks make me a little nervous but, I will just have to do my best and stick with the diet and start getting a little exercise in. I have to test my blood morning and night, and one hour after each meal. I think the hardest part about this, aside from having to poke myself and see my blood all the time, is the fact that I have to really take time to figure out what I can eat so that I can track my carbs, proteins, fats and sodium at every meal—no more grabbing whatever out of the fridge or pantry. It reminds me a lot of the diet I was on last year—so if I can just remember a lot of those habits I should be good.

I go into the Doctor this Thursday and will hear from him how things are going too. We will talk about the baby's size and whether or not I may come early. So the whole plan of me going the full 40 weeks may change a little and maybe I will have this one early just like I did the other two...