Posts Tagged ‘gdm’
At this point I have a whole list of stupid shit I’ve tried in order to get labor started. I guess that will have to go in the baby book. None of it works.
I called my OB’s office this morning to try and move my appointment up (they had me scheduled for Friday, which was just over two weeks from my previous appointment since she was out of town last week). They rescheduled it for me. FOR THURSDAY.
I, woman of no backbone, just said ok and then spent the following half hour sobbing like I haven’t done since my miserable days at the insurance agency.
You would think that they would give a little bit of scheduling priority for someone who has what is technically considered a high risk pregnancy (due to the GDM), but apparently not.
I should have called back after the crying spell and insisted on some help, but instead I got in bed and stared at the wall until I fell asleep for another four hours.
I have to figure out what to say when I call back again tomorrow morning, but why bother? I’ll just end up accepting no for an answer without protest like always. I can make a good Julia Sugarbaker speech in my head, but when it comes to reality, I just let people run all over me.
Obviously this is getting me down. I’m also more easily angered every day. I don’t even like the “How are you feeling?” texts I get. I just want to answer “Like shit. How else would I feel?” But that’s not nice.
I even had a couple of moments today where I was ready to bite a good friend’s head off – but trust me when I say she earned it.
So I’m crankier and crankier, and it’s not going to get any better. I know everyone is just so over it late in pregnancy, but very little of this is about the physical discomfort for me (though it’s no picnic). I’m mostly stressed out because I’m so worried about this baby getting too big.
I’m upset, but I waited until too late in the day to get upset.
I should backtrack a little. Predictably, the eggplant parmesan didn’t work (it was good, though). I went to a hockey game last night, absolutely sure I’d go into labor there. Nope. I don’t feel any different, either. It seems like this baby is nowhere near coming out.
I hit 38 weeks today. At my last visit to the OB, she had made brief mention of induction in week 39, which is fine. It’s not that I’m so miserable that I couldn’t go to 40 weeks, but I’m just concerned about having to have a C-section if they were to wait so long that she was too big.
When I last saw her, the scheduler set up my next appointment. Because the doctor was out of town this week, they set it for the following week (next week). Apparently the only slot they had for me was for a Friday (the 13th, actually). At the time, I kind of thought it sucked that I would have to wait so long, but I didn’t think too much more about it. Plus, I think I had this idea in the back of my mind that I was going to go into labor before then.
Well, here I am at the beginning of week 38, feeling like this baby isn’t interested in showing up early, which means I may very well need an induction if I want to get this thing started before she’s so big that a C-section is my only option. Having my next OB appointment scheduled for the beginning of my 39th week is making me nervous. Then when do you schedule the induction? Probably not over the weekend. So that puts me halfway into my 39th week. Then how big is the baby?
I don’t want to have my hand forced on a C-section just because of someone else’s schedule.
I wouldn’t veto the doctor if she thought going straight for a C-section was going to be the safest thing for my baby or myself. People who do that may just end up with emergency C-sections anyway. But I don’t want to let it get to that point. I need for this baby to still be at a size where it’s safe for me to at least just try to do this myself.
Up until now, I have not been one of those paranoid or overbearing pregnant women, but this may be the difference between someone cutting my stomach open or not. I’m going to call Monday morning and find out if the doctor has had any cancellations earlier in the week. If not, someone in there is going to have to see me. We’ve spent enough money in there at this point that they ought to listen.
I’m still hoping for a small miracle before then. Currently all my hope falls on tonight’s full moon. That sounds ridiculous, I know, but people buy into it. There’s really no science to back it up, but supposedly the birth rates are higher the day before, day of and day after a full moon. So I have tonight and tomorrow.
I also had a nice spicy taco soup for dinner, though normal levels of spice haven’t helped so far – which is why we’re doing hot chicken tomorrow. I’ve thought about Prince’s over the last week, but I’ve honestly been a little worried that it could be too much spice for the baby. Now I’m ready to give it a shot. As it turns out, we’re going to have to get it from some other hot chicken place in Antioch tomorrow, because they open earlier than Prince’s. If hot chicken doesn’t do it, who knows if Pitocin would even work?
So, yeah, I’m a little emotional this evening.
I took three naps today. The first one was particularly good and I didn’t want to get up, but I had to test my damn blood sugar (I’m out of patience with this stupid GDM thing). Then, of course, I couldn’t get back to sleep.
My last nap started somewhere in the evening and ended at about 10:30 when J.R. got in bed. Now I can’t get back to sleep, but I’m tired.
I’ve found in the last couple of weeks that sleeping at night is really tough for me, but naps seem to work out alright. I’m ranging anywhere from tired to exhausted, so my experiment today has just been to nap all the time because I know my sleep overnight will be spotty at best.
I’m still a grouch monster.
I feel like life will be better when I can sleep on my back again.
My mom, aunts, mother-in-law, one of J.R.’s aunts and a couple of family friends who may as well be family are throwing a big baby shower for us (or for the baby?) in just over a week, which we’re excited about. To tell the truth, I’m most looking forward to this being the day that I plan to cheat on my GDM (that’s gestational diabetes mellitus, but I could see it going another way) diet a teeny bit.
Because we have eight hostesses, that means I needed eight hostess gifts. That was a little tricky because I’m trying to be careful about money, but I came up with an idea with a little help from Martha Stewart. Hers, of course, are prettier than my final product, but I strayed from her project anyway.
I decided that I would mix lemon sugar and plain sugar, so that the finished product would be flavored as well as scented. At Whole Foods I picked up a couple of small jars of lemon-flavored sugar. Because the lemon sugar was organic, it had the unbleached color and was fairly course, so I thought it would be best visually and taste-wise if the sugar I mixed it with was also organic. I just got a bag of the Whole Foods generic cane sugar for that.
We got some lemons and limes and J.R. dried out the little pieces in the oven because I’m too impatient to wait a few days for them to dehydrate naturally. If you ever do this, don’t bother trying to dry out lime zest in the oven. It turns an ugly drab olive color.
We got the containers at my new favorite place, The Container Store. I had a pretty specific idea of the kind of jars I wanted, but they didn’t have them in the size and shape that I needed, so I settled for simple glass spice jars with metal lids. They were under $2 each, so the price was right.
When we got home, J.R. dried out the rinds and I put the sugar mixture together, then I combined them in the jars. I put labels on them three times before I settled on one that I liked. Then I made some tags and was all done!
Here are some pictures in case you’ve been burned in the past by people who make up stories about mixing sugar and pouring it in jars. Please excuse the poor quality of the photos – I took them with my phone.
So that was my little project. Pretty simple as well as inexpensive.
I saw my regular OB today, and she said I wouldn’t necessarily have to have a C-section, especially if I went into labor before 40 weeks. A lot of it will just depend on how big the baby is, and that’s something that I have no control over. Well, I mean, I could let my blood sugar go to hell and she’d probably get really huge, but I certainly don’t want that. Man, I hate shit I can’t control.
Cesarean or not, I’ll get an epidural, so that’s a positive.
I also asked about the accuracy of the weight estimates – she said they were typically accurate plus or minus a pound. This means that the baby could be anywhere from 4.14 pounds (about right for this stage) to 6.14 pounds at the highest (way too big this early in the game). So that’s potentially encouraging – or not at all, depending on my level of optimism at any given moment.
This all brings me to a solicitation of advice. Because I want to avoid a C-section if at all possible, and because the whole being pregnant thing has gotten really old, when I hit 37 weeks (full term), I want to try as many of the unproven labor-inducers as possible – as long as they’re safe. By that I mean the things you hear about like eating pineapple, exercising, indulging in spicy foods, etc.
So if you know of something that seemed to work for you or someone you know, leave it in the comments. Ultimately, I’ll clear anything I do with my doctor before I do it. I’m sure she won’t attest to the effectiveness of it, but she can tell me if it’s safe.
I’ve been moody this week. Everyone is on my nerves – even people I like. Today was no better.
We went to my appointment with the gestational diabetes doctor, and that’s going just fine. I’ve kept my blood sugar totally under control with diet alone (and bitched about it the whole time).
Then they did an ultrasound to see how the baby was doing and take measurements. That was all fine. She had hiccups and then she yawned for us, and that was cute. But she is big. Too big.
I’m at 32 weeks and 5 days today, and they estimated her weight at 5 pounds 14 ounces. The doctor came in to talk to us after the scan and stressed that I shouldn’t get my heart set on a vaginal delivery.
That was incredibly disappointing. He said that it is probably a genetic thing (J.R. and I were both over 8 pounds when we were born). He told us that babies who are large because of GDM usually are oversized in the stomach area, whereas our baby is just proportionally big all over. So I guess I don’t have to blame myself for eating those Girl Scout cookies.
We have our first childbirth class in less than an hour. I was excited about it, but now I think it’s just going to depress me even more, since I’m guessing C-sections will just be a footnote.
I have an appointment with the OB tomorrow. Maybe she will have something to say that will make me more optimistic.