The third trimester rant

So here is my rant. My pregnancy rant that is. It's been brewing for awhile. And it has finally come to form online. Ha ha. 

I have approached the third trimester. Yay. And really had very little complaints for the first two. Double yay! But then the third happened....and I had to take a test. A gestational diabetes test. And it came back positive. Ugh! 

I know. What's the deal. But for a foodie like me it has seemed to be almost catastrophic at times. I love my summer food. My summer fruit. My summer slurpees. My summer ice cream. And really I just love my summer sweets. Or really just any sweets. Let's not discriminate...ha ha. And I kind of suspected but was still kind of shocked as I don't present that I have it. I have had limited/healthy weight gain and I have managed to keep active for the most part. Good bye cheesies, chocolate, and sweets (for Mark too, ha ha. Love this pic of him pretending to have a food baby)

So why did this happen? Genetics, ages and that darn placenta is blocking all my insulin production. Little trickster. I have been assured that as soon as that placenta leaves my body, sugar is back on the table. Ha ha. Although this may be good for me in the long run. I have learned a bit more about food, speaking with the dietician and the team at the clinic I've been going too. But I still can't wait to get back to my fruit salad and smoothies. 

Second rant. I am thrilled that people are taking care of my baby and looking out for his/her health. Grateful in fact. But I have to say. As a nurse that incorporates a person into the plan of care (I can probably say always or almost always) it can be a little disheartening at times that people seem to look more at my stomach than myself. 

I have found this at certain appointments that I attend. I don't need to go into specifics. But its nice to feel like I'm part of the plan of care. And really all that needs to be done is just subtle rewording of what people want me to do. I'm not just a vessel. I'm a person. And I like to feel that I get to have somewhat of a say, input, etc. 

But I digress. That little ditty may be useful for any other health professionals that happen to come across this post. I know it made me think more about my personal practice and how proud I am of what I achieve with my patients/clients. But hey, I love empowerment!

Rant over. Time to move on and see what the coming months bring. 

Love

What you talk about with your husband

Pregnancy brings up questions that you never thought you would have. 

And answers that you never thought you would share.

And guess what. 

You do both. 

And your husband knows things he never thought he would ever know.

Mysteries disappear. 

And laughter ensues at the ridiculousness of it all. 

Love

A thought continued

It turns out to be true. And unfortunately found out in the poorest of circumstances that I really don't need to get into.

But in those times you see some people really come together to help me out. Mainly my mom and husband. 

My mom finding information on her end of the world to make me feel better. Trying to make me feel better. Telling me to avoid the Internet. Ugh. 

And my husband who finds a way to rectify the situation, calling as many people as it takes for someone to talk to me. Connecting me to a nurse within thirty minutes of being on the phone. And then doing his own internet research and making me a Canadian food guide meal, as a surprise during my work break. 

I am lucky to have such great support. And I love them both so much. 

Xoxo

Love 

A thought

A pregnancy thought. 

Is it bad that I found the gestational diabetes juice tasty for the test?

I could be in trouble.....

Love