It's Only 9:16 a.m., Right?

Things just can't go easy, can they? Waking up was fine and getting ready for work was fine...well, except that Ander insisted he get in the bathtub with me and when I refused he plunged both -thick-pj-clad hands into the water, leaving his arms a dripping mess.

But it was changing him that was a horror. He just refuses to let me change his diaper now until after he has a timeout. And, of course, I refuse to just say timeout. I follow the mantra that timeouts must be proceeded by a warning. So changing a diaper (and clothes, in the morning...and drippy, wet clothes, in this particular case) means a ten minute struggle.

"Ander, time to put on your cool orange shirt for Maw Maw's house. Come on, Ander, jump up on that changing table. Ander, do not kick mommy's tummy. That hurts. If you kick mommy's tummy again, you'll go in timeout. Timeout because you hurt mommy. Now stay here for two minutes. Are you sorry? Okay, let's change you." At this point, he fully cooperates. So the timeout is effective. Except that he doesn't cooperate at all UNTIL AFTER the timeout, no matter how fun and inticing I make the activity sound.

Then I had to take my blood sugar. It was a bit high, considering I had few carbs last night. (I didn't love the Bonefish Grill, just FYI.) But my dietician sister says it's still in the normal range and nothing to worry about.

Finally, I got to my mom's. But the bank down the street closed, so she had to use my car to go to the bank. So, finally, at almost 9:30 a.m., I off to the kiddie jail (to interview a client), then the office (to sign a pile of pleadings), and then, this afternoon, to a meeting in LaPlace (for another juvenile client). Sigh. It's going to be an interesting day, but it's hard being already behind before 10 a.m.

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Off My Drugs

For the first time in recent memory, I am off metformin (also called glucophage). My doc kept me on throughout my first trimester, to make miscarriage less likely, but has decided that if I need something to control my blood sugars, there are other things he'd rather give me. Especially since metformin can upset the tummy and I'm still dealiing with the colitis.

It's so weird. All I take now is blood pressure meds and Flintstones.

Sure, I have to check my blood sugars, and that SEE-YUCKS, but no drugs!

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My Subway Sandwich

A shout out to Paca for posting something that, I swear, I was planning to post this week, because I had a foot long sub and it was yummy and I never eat the whole foot long but I'm pregnant and hungry, darnit.

How I Like My Subway:

6 inch (usually ;)) steak (the old, yummy steak...but I deal with the new, chewy, not good steak) on wheat
No cheese
Double tomatoes
A bit of onion
Cucumbers
Salt/pepper
A drizzle (very light) of oil
Lots of vinegar
Sometimes a drizzle of ranch (but no oil then)
Pickles (that I have added last and pick off and eat ON THE SIDE)

What's your sub?

I Never Go To Work

Yesterday, I had a doctor's appointment. Because those appointments are unpredictable (as the doctor often ends up leaving to deliver babies and they just ask you to come back later in the day), I planned to work in Baton Rouge.

So I had my appointment, and sure enough, it was time for lunch by the time I got out of the 9 a.m. appointment. I had lunch with my sister, and then went to Highland Coffees to work. I got some work done, but not as much as I planned to, in part because I had lots of follow-up calls to do from my doctor's appointment (call another doc as a specialist and call the insurance, a 30 minute call once you get through the "Press 1 to shot your head off" routine) and in part because I am too stupid to log onto their wi fi and it took me a long time to figure it out. I depend on e-mail to send projects to the office and the internet to do legal research, so it's important to have access. (Have I mentioned that the Gonzales Starbucks does NOT have wi fi. Freaks that make me angry.)

Then, I still had a hour long commute to pick Ander up from childcare. So I got a lot less done than I planned.

At least, today, ONCE I DROP THE CAR OFF AT THE REPAIR PLACE AND WALK BACK HOME WITH A TWO YEAR OLD (I'm great, very calm...thanks for asking)...I should finally get some work done. So much for getting ahead on Monday. Sigh.

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Happy April Fool's Day

So my dad played a great April Fool's joke on my BIL. He he.

He called him and said, "I'm going to be a grandpa, again." All the while, my mom shouted in the background, "it's not good news."

BIL was confused. See, I'm pregnant, and BIL's wife is pregnant, and other married sister cannot have children - for sure, so that only leaves unmarried sister. "No, I'm calling Sunny and asking her."

So BIL did.

Sunny told him "Happy April Fools Day!" Ha ha ha. He totally believed that Sunny (currently single, BTW) was knocked up! :)

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Heart Rate 162

The baby's heart rate seems to always be 162. It's amazing that it is so consistent. The doctor says I'm doing fine. I've gained two pounds through the entire first trimester, which is about right. (Honestly, I lost about five and gained back around 7, and most of the gain was in the last week, but shhh...there's no need for the doctor to know that.)

I do have to start testing my blood sugar once a week. Four pricks a day. (I wonder how many pervs will hit my site because I used the word "pricks.") That sucks. He says he doesn't expect me to show signs of gestational diabetes before 20 weeks, but given my history and my insulin resistance, it's better to catch it early. He set a guideline of 90/120. Basically, my fasting blood sugar has to stay below 90, and one hour after eating, it should be below 120, or I get a diagnosis and special eating plan. Sigh.

I'm working at Highland Coffees today, and can I tell you that their wi fi took me an hour to connect to. Then, magically, it just connected. Go figure.

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