Persian Princess’ blog

So, after being poked 4 times in three hours for blood, the bruise is finally going away on my arm, two weeks later. I had to do the sugar tolerance test and I get the great news that I have gestational diabetes. Ok. Fine. I will do what I need to do. But then I find out that I am more likely to develop type II diabetes later in life. I am IRRITATED. Only because I eat well. So, I read online about it (because that  is how you find good information nowadays), and you are supposed to cut out soda or switch to diet. I don't drink soda except once or twice a month. I am not supposed to eat a lot of artificial sweetners. I don't, because I read labels. I am supposed to eat a lot of vegetables. I do. The only thing that works against me, is that I am older than 25. I do eat a lot of fruits, which can be contributing to it.

So, what now? I have to go to a two hour class. Of course, it's scheduled in the middle of the day and I am working. The lady making the appt, got irritated with me, after I said I couldn't do the first appt, because it was at 10:30am. Sorry, but I have to work. Anyways, about two hours later and more frustration (which I am sure is great for the baby), I rework MY schedule and am able to attend this class. They will show me how I can poke my finger FOUR times a day to check my blood sugar. Great! I can't wait.

All along they have been telling me the baby is small, but now they say that they baby may be too big and that can be bad. Can they make up their minds? I swear that the doctors will give me high blood pressure and stress because of all these tests and their "norm" and "out of range" crap. Just slightly irritated, because I feel like I was trying to do everything as I thought I should. But I feel like I faied. Now, I have to keep a journal of what I eat and worry for the rest of my life and developing Diabetes.

But good news is that I can control it with diet and exercise. So, I will do my best.

Baby shower card

So, this week at work, there is going to be baby shower for one of my coworkers. So, I decided to make her a card and this way, it wold force me to do some scrapbooking. It took me awhile to do it. I guess I just can't decide what I want to do and then too many ideas flow at one times. This card may be a bit too busy, but I thought it was kind of cute after not doing any scrapbooking after months and months, really.

Baby shower card - inside

Other than that, did some shopping for her and also myself. I am supposed to get my bag ready in case I need to go to the hospital quickly or something. And I know, if I don't prepare then I will need to go unexpectedly. But if I do, then I'll probably still be pregnant at the end of August.

There is so much to think about that sometimes I feel like I am overwhelmed. So, I have to take a deep breath and know that this one thing is really out of my control. So, I will try my best to let things happen and just enjoy the ride.

So, to packing I go.

So after another ultrasound and visit with my doctor, they now have to decide if they need to see me every 3 weeks for check ups. But Changes with me, are plenty. It's harder to breath. I find myself losing my breath, just talking (not just yelling at my husband), but regular talking. I got frustrated with my Epson printer today, because it just wouldn't do what I wanted it to do. After one hour and 45 minutes, I was able to print a passport size photo that I was after, without looking like an Oompa loompa. I was purple and now that I am bloated, I could have been mistaken for an Oompa loompa. I would have posted the pic, but it was just too embarrassing.

So, I am more scattered-brained nowadays. I have been busy getting small things done that I've wanted to get done. I also had to buy some more LARGE underwear. Thank God for Costco. 100% cotton, tagless, 6 of them for $9.00. I'm there. Also buying 38-C/D bras to keep the girls where they SHOULD be for now. I know later, I will need the bras with the 5 inch straps to keep them above my belly button. More gain weight. But that part, I really don't mind. I am using the Cocoa butter, tummy butter like crazy. I know it depends on your skin, but I am hoping that I can keep from having stretch marks, like a cat tried to claw its way in!.

My tummy is bigger than my boobs!

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And then a close up if it was needed:

Is that a bump?

Still my husband says that from behind you can't tell that I am pregnant. I ask you then, why do I keep ripping my pants from behind. Although these "around the house pants" are about 3 years old, why do they start ripping now? Because I believe my ass is growing. That is a requirement for an Oompa loompa, right? A big behind: Check.

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This is a beautiful Box. It holds a lot of electronic stuff that I don't understand. But it's made from scratch and with love. It's much better up close. The top is made of two pieces of wood and you can't even tell. This could very well be a jewerly box. I think it's GORGEOUS. That is one of the reasons I keep him around.

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This is a direct quote from my hubby. He never did get over the cold that he had a few weeks back. Went to his doctor that is waaay to pill happy. He gave him these very strong antibiotics. Yeah. It worked. But it also killed all the other good bacteria and my husband has been having some tummy issues. But then I think he might have gotten something else, because then I was having tummy issues. But we are both on the solids again. Phew.

It has been heaven in Arizona during the past two days. Today is a high of 70 degrees. That is unheard of towards the end of May. But I welcome it with open arms. I had to actually pull the blanket over me last night. Yum.

It's a nice lazy day for all and here's proof:

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Well, for some more than others! :) My husband is feeling better and is in the garage making a whole lot of noise with his woodworking stuff. Hope the neighbors don't mind!

Work has been stressful lately. Just too much. There are days that it gets to me. But then I keep thinking that it's not good for the baby and I HAVE to relax. So, I force myself to relax, until hopefully it becomes more natural.

So, one of the things my daddy-to-be and I have been working on is the baby's room. Here are a couple of pics:

The little fairies at first kept peeling off. But some of them, which was weird. They were all placed at the same time, the same way. But some would peel off and drive me crazier than I already am. So, my husband went to Home Depot and got some basically wallpaper glue and restuck them. She'll probably grow up to be a tomboy and hate all things girly. I wasn't really girly as a kid. So, I guess that's ok.

We are just trying to buy some stuff. We finally did go and register for baby stuff. That was much harder than you would think. With my schedule and everything else, I am trying to also shop at other thrifty places to buy some of the stuff that we really need. With friends and work and everything else being up in the air, if a baby shower doesn't happen, I don't want to be missing anything that may make her arrival and taking care of her easier. It's hard enough to have anxiety about "How am I going to do this?" I must have that thought about 5-6 times a day. I also keep thinking of the things that I am used to and will chaged after her arrival. It' s exciting and scary. An adventure that we will have to tak as a family.

The couch has become my bed. Why? Because none of the beds are comfortable for more than 20 minutes.

My back hurts like I have been lifting bricks all day.

My butt bone hurts like I have been using it as a pogo stick.

I grunt like a 95 year old woman everytime I have to get up from a sitted position. Eventhough all of the chairs have been moved up to their highest position, so I am almost standing when I am sitting.

I have to pee about every 45 minutes and in the middle of the night. For some this is their normal routine. But my husband calls me a "camel" because I could go all day without peeing. Sometimes at the office, I forget. But not anymore. I have NEVER gotten up in the middle of the night to pee. But I also pee for 30 seconds or more with a good stream. OK, TMI. Sorry.

I am eating whatever I want and I am blaming it on her.

I am gaining weight and I know it's a good thing and I welcome it.

I feel like there is an alien because of the movements are so slight and new to me.

My hair is growing thicker and faster than before. Again, for most good. For me just more work. But that means that my hormones are working, which is what is needed for her.

I spend my weekends reading baby books, making baby lists, reading baby advices, doing baby searches, thinking of baby names, visiting friends with babies, buying baby things.

My boobs are bigger and overflowing. This is really not necessary for me. I was blessed before. But now, somebody could mistake them for fake ones. But the dead giveaway is that they hang lower now and doing point ahead.

My belly is finally bigger than my boobs! :) Specially since they had me worried about the size of the baby.

She flips and turns everytime they try to take ultrasound pictures. She has the cutest feet!

OK. Time to go pee again.

So after we went to my ultrasound that they tried to reschedule, they asked me to show up early if I could. I kind of didn't want to, but I thought if that means they will give me enough attention and time, then I will. So, I show up about 20 minutes early. Guess what happened? Bingo. Not only I wasn't taken in early, or even on time, but they were over 15 minutes late getting me in. Now, if she wasn't that booked and they needed to move me, why would they be late?

But we were excited, because we would find out the sex of the baby. So, I was still in a good mood, despite all this stupidity. The ultrsound, from beginning to end, lasted 16 minutes! She took measurements of this and that. She wasn't very friendly. But she did tell us that we are having a little princess! :)

Afterwards however, is when the stress comes in and piles on. The doctor, which this was the second time I had seen for a total of 10 minutes, asks both my husband and I "were you small babies?" Now, both of us are in our 30s and neither of our parents has ultrasounds and other things to monitor the growth of the baby, day by day and worry the crap out of you, until the baby was born. But I am short and with the pregnancy, I think I've gotten shorter. So, the doctor proceeds to tell us that she is worried because the circumference of the belly of the baby is bigger than the circumference of the head. So, I ask what that could be and she says "Dwarfism is an example where this would show up". Now. first time parents, I am a worrier as a first profession and I am older. So, what goes through my head: Something is wrong with the baby.

To make this long story slighlty shorther, we had another ultrasound at a center that specializes in multiple and high risk pregnancies. They took about 12 tubes of blood to test for everything including clotting disorder. That came back OK. They said that the baby is about two weeks behind the growth curve. But still growing normally. But they had us so worried that I considered doing amnio the next day. But as my husband and I and a good friend discussed it, the point of this would be what?? To terminate the pregnancy. NO WAY!! So, I cancelled the appt. They suggested that I follow up in three weeks.

This time, baby has grown, but still smaller, but still on the curve. But all the structures are developing normally. This time my doctor, after making us wait for 1 hour and 35 minutes reviews the results with me. Now she says "So, how do you feel about the baby and the growth now?" WHAT?? You had me worried for about 2 months and now you want to know how I FEEL? Much better when I figured out that your people skills suck! In her defense, she said she was trying to be cautious and I have heard that she is an excellent surgeon. I guess my husband and I will have to educate ourselves on the internet, like we did this time and have faith.

I haven't seen my doctor since the middle of February. I am supposed to see her every month right now. But because of schedule conflicts, I haven't been able to do so. But tomorrow is supposed to be the ultrasound that tells us the sex of the baby. But more importantly, I am nervous because I am in the 4th month and I haven't felt much difference. I am neurotic. I will admit that with NO problem. But during the first trimester, you feel sick or you feel cramps where your Uterus is stretching.... Basically there are changes that allow you to know SOMETHING is happening. But after my morning sickness went away, I haven't really gained any weight or felt anything else. I do sleep like crap and my back is making me feel like I am 73 years old (not in good shape).

Since my last doctor's appt, I have had a few days, when I was stressed, yelled and for about a week, I had a bad cold. So, I keep thinking "Is the baby OK? Could I have sneezed hard enough to cause any problems? Should I feel something by now?" So, needless to say, I was and am looking forward to this Ultrasound, to let me know the baby is OK, which I think is every mom's wish.

I made this appt, more than 6 weeks ago. TODAY, they call me and want to see if I can move it. Not 30 minutes or even an hour, but more than 3 hours earlier. I told them that I couldn't because I worked until noon and it would take me 40 minutes to get there. That is why I made the appt at 1:00pm! After being put on hold for the third time, she asked if 11:20 would work. Again, same reason as before would apply, wouldn't you think? So, Finally I ask why they need to move me and she states "the technician doesn't like to have gaps in her schedule". DO I GIVE A CRAP? This appt was made more than 6 weeks ago. So, after I explain to her I can't make it any earlier, she puts me on hold AGAIN. Then she tells me she will send me to an ultrasound facility. I said "NO. I want to see my own doctor that after two visits, I have only seen for 5 minutes". This is no lie. She wants to move my appt still. So, I ask to speak to the office manager and she tries to convince me that it's OK to wait another two weeks. This is the first time I have felt my hormones kick in and I tell her that "I will be there during my appt tomorrow and either her or the doctor can complete the ultrasound, but I am not going anywhere else". She had the nerve to tell me "well, I'll see if I can get the tech to stay around for you?" What the HELL? Are you kidding me? If it wasn't for a referral from a friend to this Doctor and not the office, I would change offices. But I will give her one more chance and I really just want to know that the "peanut" as my husband calls the baby, is OK?

Negotiating Video

Oh. How true!