12:50 am: wake up to pee (it's after midnight, it is a new day, right?!)
4:30 am: wake up and debate getting up to pee. Go pee
7:00 am: alarm goes off, get up and take Levoxyl for my thyroid first thing because it's best an hour before food. Go pee on a stick to test for Ketones. Yup. I've got them. FAIL
7:30 am: cook breakfast as prescribed by my new diabetes diet - two eggs on two pieces of whole wheat toast, which felt like way too much food and gave me heart burn. Yay!
7:45 am: set timer for an hour to remind me to test my blood sugar.
8:00 am: shower
8:30 am: fix hair and make-up
8:45 am: test blood sugar. 158. FAIL. (I'm going to end up on insulin, I just f'ing know it!)
9:00 am: grab snacks for the day and head out the door to physical therapy
9:30 am: physical therapy
10:00 am: drive to work, log in 1 - 1.5 hours of PTO
10:30 am: eat morning snack - greek yogurt with fruit, on my new diet plan, but has already been my standard mid-morning snack for most of pregnancy
12:00 pm: walk across the street to meet friends for lunch. try to figure out what on the menu I can eat. some kind of salad with chicken, but I have to make sure I get a carb in there somehow too...bean! there's an arugula salad with white beans!
12:45 pm: finish lunch, set timer for an hour
1:30 am: get in car and drive to the hospital (back in the vicinity of where I was this morning for therapy) to meet with the dietitian at the diabetes clinic
1:50 pm: arrive at hospital, check blood sugar in car in parking garage before entering. 143 FAIL!
2:00 pm: appointment with dietitian
2:30 pm: drive back to work. log another 1.5 hours of PTO. so much for having extra vacation time to apply to my maternity leave
3:30 pm: eat afternoon snack
6:00 pm: leave work, head to grocery store to buy food for new diet
7:00 pm: home from store. prepare dinner
7:30 pm: eat dinner. take two iron supplements (with food, not with dairy, not with pre-natal, not near levoxyl)
7:45 pm: finish dinner. set timer for one hour. finish painting stripes in Luigi's room.
8:45 pm: test blood sugar. 118. Pass! Finally. But I swear it's only because I didn't eat the second ear of corn I was supposed to in order to get 45g of carbs, and only had 30g instead. Honestly, it's hard to consume enough food to get enough carbs and protein and limitless vegetables.
9:00 pm: eat night time snack (vanilla ice cream is allowed!), sit down to watch a bit of so you think you can dance. (I'm loving Cole) completely forget to do any more physical therapy exercises.
10:00 pm: get ready for bed. take pre-natal, stool softener as preventative measure against all the extra iron, and usually a tums.
10:45 pm: fall asleep
That was yesterday.
And in general, my week went a little something like this:
Monday: physical therapy, work
Tuesday: meet the nurse at the diabetes clinic to learn how to test blood sugar
Wednesday: (described above) physical therapy, work, meet the dietitian, work
Thursday: work, follow-up with the physiatrist who prescribed the physical therapy in the first place, work
Friday: work. no medical appointments. for real?
Next week, so far I only have two physcial therapy appointments and one GD clinic appointment. Of course, two of them are on Monday. I think I'm beginning to loose track of where I am and where I am supposed to be.
Today, I'm doing much better with the sugar readings. Only one fail so far by 3 points, and no keytones. But man, my little finger jabby thing and I are not getting along. Until after breakfast this morning, I've had to try repeatedly to get a big enough finger prick to get enough blood to not get an error. It's freaking frustrating! But, I've had two successful tests in a row, so maybe just maybe, I'm getting the hang of it. I keep thinking to myself, this should be no big deal. I did daily injections for three straight months to get Luigi in my belly. You'd think a little finger prick wouldn't send me over the edge. But, it did! It's a little bit evil. I'm telling you. But I will win. I'm determined. After all, I am in infertile.
That my dear is a crazy schedule!
ReplyDeleteWow! You are lucky you have such a flexible work schedule so that you can go to all of your appointments!
ReplyDeleteDon't run yourself too ragged...you're going to be sleep deprived exhausted soon enough....or is this just your way of preparing yourself :)
ReplyDeleteNo doubt about the determination, hang in there... not much longer! Then the real crazy begins, but it is the best crazy ever:]
ReplyDeleteI could have wrote this post--minus the hypothyroidism. I wish I could tell you it gets easier. One thing I did find with my GD is that the numbers started getting better the further I got along. It also helps once you start to figure out what are triggers for you foodwise and what you can eat the heck out of with no issues.
ReplyDeleteWhew! I hear you about appointments! I had to take off a whole work day to get in three appointments over my high risk pregnancy and to figure out my throat problems. There goes a whole day!
ReplyDeleteI am happy to see you are determined to get this right. You are a fighter, as are most of us...and you can do this. Great job so far!
I'm so sorry! You're a tough cookie and you'll make it through. xo
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