I failed

So, I failed my glucose screening test. I have to load up on carbs for 3 days, then fast the third evening and then go back to the doctor for a 3 hour test. I will get my blood tested 3 times and if I fail 2 out of three, then I am considered to have gestational diabetes. Sucks! Can't I ever have a normal pregnancy? Hopefully I'll pass the 3 hour test. If I don't, then I have to meet with a nutritionist and be careful about what I eat for the next 10 weeks. If the diabetes isn't controled by diet, then it could lead into adult onset diabetes. Hopefully I won't have to deal with that.
It really is amazing...all the stuff that happens to women while they're pregnant.
I found out this time that I have a tiny mole on the inside of my belly button...who knew? It didn't pop out with Izze, but it has with Tallulah.
During my ultra-sound last week I had such a clear view of her little face and I said "she looks just like me!" It was strange.

Why are toilets so low to the ground? At work, I have to use the handicap stall because that toilet is a good 4 inches higher than all the other toilets. Except, the other day, someone was grunting pretty hard in that handicapp stall and I couldn't wait, so I used a small stall and I could hardly get down all the way to sit on it. You can forget about getting up too...especially while pregnant. When I did make it up, I measured against my leg where the top of the toilet seat is. Would you believe that its not even to my knees? Nope...a couple of inches below even. Now can we call this tall people discrimination and get it over with. I'm going to have to file a law suit now...geeze and I was hoping to get some rest.

I never realized how hard it would be to "stay involved" once you have kids. I mean, I go to work all day and then come home to spend only about 2 hours with Israel before he goes to bed and I am quick to follow...head on the pillow around 8 o'clock. I want to go to neighborhood group, I want to hang out with friends, but at this point, especially this far in my pregnancy...it seems physically impossible. I can't imagine what it will be like after Tallulah gets here. Jeff bought us tickets to see Harry Conick Jr. I'm excited to go and I can't wait to hear some good music...but I'm afraid that it will wear me out, infact, I know it will. When did I become such a weiny? It definetly hasn't been easy putting in 40 hours at the office, taking care of Izze and trying to keep the house straight and make books (for the extra money) I don't know how single moms do it. If I didn't have Jeff, I'm afraid that I'd have to move into an apartment and go on welfare because I would be too damn tired to work...but then again, if I didn't have jeff, I wouldn't have the two beautiful babies that I have either. Thanks Jeff...your help is wonderful and oh so necessary...plus, your sperm makes awfully cute babies, when combined with my eggs of course. Isn't that another crazy thought? Israel is Jeff's sperm and my egg. Kind of creeps me out.

Maybe this summer I'll poop in the yard...I've always wanted to do that. What freedom.