Lets see. Where were we?
Oh yea,
I am fixing to have a BABY in 3 weeks. I am not sure how things went so quickly and it makes me sad in a way because, honestly? Even with the 100 degree heat I have had the best time with my little boy. Every day I still feel lucky. Every day I still thank God. Every day my heart swells at the sight of my husband preparing for his son. Every day I smile at my stretch marks.
I am thankful and there is no other way to say it.
E turned 9 this week and meets his third grade teacher today. I will take him to class with his school supplies today as he would rather die than have me walk him in on his first day. He is growing up so fast and is in between holding mom's hand and letting go and I am stuck in between holding him close and loosening my grip. It's a bittersweet time for us. He is going to be an amazing big brother and has been a big help in getting things ready. He puts his head up to my stomach and waits for his brother to kick him in the head which he ALWAYS does.
I have been pretty hormonal this week hence this sappy post.
END SAPPY
I am hungry y'all!
I mean like greasy cheeseburger hungry. 1 dozen doughnuts hungry. Dairy Queen Snickers Blizzard Hungry. Whole box of froot loops hungry.
I haven't been this bingeful minded since the days of the p*t.
Gestational Diabetes?
She sucks big fat hairy goat balls dipped in fat free soy milk.
I think I have done pretty well with it though. I have only gained 10lbs this whole pregnancy and the baby is measuring right on target. My sugar levels have been under control and if I cheat I try to be smart about it. I am pretty bad about taking bites of my family's stuff though.
The other night we went out to eat for E's birthday and he had Fries and Blossom Strips on his plate and Eric had mashed potatoes and the other side. I have been staying clear of potatoes because they really shoot my sugar up. Eric's mom started laughing and we looked and E had moved all his fries on the other side of his plate under his hamburger to get them away from my picking fingers. I mean, who takes their son's french fries off his plate on his birthday? His deprived 8 month pregnant starving mom, that's who. I had also been eating Eric's potatoes on the other side when he wasn't looking. I am starting to crack under the low carb pressure.
Well I gotta go meet the other woman is my kiddo's life for the next year.
Later Gators.
