I couldn’t help myself…they are just so pretty. I already owned the diapers, but they were boring and white. So, a little bit of dye makes everything a whole lot cuter.

SUB and Refried Bean will look really cute in these:

I have already given up paper towels and Kleenex in exchange for super-soft washable velour wipes. I have given up disposable diapers for cloth, and am halfway through with buying “Refried Beans” diaper stash, so that his/her butt never has to touch a sposie.

So, we knew this day was coming.

The day that I replace every lightbulb in the house with a more energy efficient compact fluorescent bulbs. The day that we would trade in our gas-guzzling lawn mower for an electric model. The day that I would start toting around re-usable grocery bags instead of opting for plastic ones in the check out line.

Yes, I am turning to the green side, and I feel pretty good about that.

(also for anyone that’s counting- we close on our very first house in 10 days! And we have ultrasound # 2 in 17 days and counting!*

I got up at 6:30 this morning. I took a shower, and ignored my grumbling stomach which has been empty since about 8 the night before. I arrived at the lab at 7:30 and that’s when the torture began.

First, a blood draw to determine my fasting glucose levels. Taken from the forearm, because I have funky veins. It should be under 95, my meter read 91, so I passed test #1.

Then I got what seemed like a huge bottle of orange soda mixed with about 4 cups of sugar. Resisted the urge to throw up several times, and put on a smile as the lab tech just stared at me making sure I drank it in the alloted 5 minute window.

Sat around for an hour, watching the slew of people come in and out for blood work. Young kids screaming bloody murder, old ladies with wrinkles and cankles the size of small countries… Meanwhile my body is going into overdrive from all the sugar that I just ingested. I feel the need to go run around the block or do jumping jacks or something. Opt to sit in my chair twitching.

Blood vial #2- just a mere millimeter from the first, hurt like hell since the first one had started to swell up a bit. At one point, the vein just shut down but she assured me that she got just enough to make it viable. Shot her a dirty look, for even suggesting that I do another blood draw. The results should have been less than 180. My meter read 219. OUCH! Ok, so I failed test #2 by a pretty big margain.

Sat around for another hour.

Blood vial #2- had to pee really bad, so went into the bathroom to relieve myself and test with my own meter before the blood draw. It should be 155 at this point, meter says 159. Hoping that my meter has a certain degree of error, I alert the tech of my presence. She notices that my forearm is now swollen and will certainly prove fruitless if poked again.

She gets cocky and says, “I can get blood from your main vein no problem.” I tell her that many have tried and failed miserably, but she assures me that those lab techs obviously didn’t know how to draw blood. I sit for 20 minutes as she pokes me 6 times, trying to get that “huge” vein that should be super easy to get. Start to wince and cry in pain, as she tells me that I have the veins of a chemo patient. Apparently, when you do stick them, nothing comes out. 20 minutes later, she takes blood from the other forearm. While irriated that she should have listened to me in the first place, I hope that the 20 minutes bought me a few more glucose points. Test # 3 is up for grabs.

Return to the waiting room, defeated and bleeding from several places now. Start to get a headache about 30 minutes in, and can’t stop thinking about cheeseburgers. Ultimate cheeseburger….curly fries…and a Dr. Pepper. I may have sworn off caffeine, but the sugary goodness is calling to me.

Vial #4- Moved up on forearm #2. This vein too puts the plug on things, but we got enough to fill the vile. Just barely. The reading should be 140 or below. My meter said 68. So I passed test #4

Got that ultimate cheeseburger, and inhaled it in 2 minutes flat. Started feeling shaky and broke out in a cold sweat as I drove home. Obviously crashed from the sugar overload. Passed out on the couch, unable to move for about an hour.

So, besides learning that the 3 hour glucose test is indeed torture, I don’t really know if I passed it or not. You get the gestational diabetes diagnosis, if you fail 2 out of the 4 tests. I know I failed one, and the second one is a very close call. If I did fail, it was by 4 points.

Decided to reward my hard days work with a treat for the baby. A new t-shirt that says “My Favorite Diaper is in the Wash.” Now Mommy is going to the movies with the girls, because darnit I deserve a treat too!

Check out this poor WAHM being attacked by Proctor and Gamble. (watch the video) Yet another reason why sposies SUCK!

http://www.pamperedbunz.com/

It’s been a long week. There are so many balls up in the air right now, and I am starting to feel the pressure of it all. So without further adieu, here is my current complain-fest…

There’s the house: the packing, the early morning visits from the Realtor to show our current house, the closing, the massive amounts of money that are going out over the course of a few days, and the fact that SUB asks me every single day to go visit the “New House” I am super excited, don’t get me wrong, just ready for it to all be over so I can start nesting.

Then there is the plague: SUB did sleep through the night, if you don’t count the 2 am motrin refill. So, at least my mind isn’t complete goo this morning. But I am still on a sleep hangover, and that is compounded by pregnancy exhaustion which isn’t a good mix. He can’t just be properly sick and lay around the house and watch cartoons all day, he is still the crazy kid that climbs the cabinets and gets into trouble, he just throws in a fever, a runny nose and a lot of crying and whining each time he bumps into something.

Then there is refried bean: the round ligament pain is killing me this week, as my uterus stretches to ungodly lengths. You would think that  it would know the routine this time around, and just stretch already but it isn’t giving up my waistline without a fight. I worry about the 3 hour test (though for the record I took my fasting sugar this morning and it was 85, which is great- so maybe I can pass that damn test afterall…) And then not knowing the sex of the baby is driving me up the wall. We get to try another ultrasound on the 5th, but time seems to be dragging.

And lastly my social life: to which there is none. My hermit status hasn’t gotten much better with all of the other things on my to-do list, and I haven’t been to a playgroup in over a week. My best friend recently went back to work, and it’s getting harder and harder to find time to hang out. I am happy for her, and feel like a tool for whining about missing her. I knew it would happen eventually, kids would go to school or someone would go back to work and things would change, I guess I just wasn’t ready to do it now in my hormonal state of chaos. I miss you Melly!!!!! There was a group of about 4 of us that were pretty close knit, but everyone got into a tiff a month or so back (which is so common it’s not even funny!) and sort of went our separate ways. And I have been such a crappy friend, that I barely have time to get my own crap done, much less keep up with everyone elses.

So now I find myself missing the gossip- I chat a lot with the Rambling Housewife these days, but our kids can’t stay well long enough for us to hang out either it seems, but eventually the boogers have to clear. I was looking forward to a Mom’s night out this weekend, but that seems to not be happening. I am desperate to get out of the house though, and am trying to get something together anyway…

So, that’s a brief recap into the life of Super-mommy. The tides will change around the first of the month, we will be in our new house, and the baby has to show it’s good during the next ultrasound so I can focus on getting the house settled and ready for the little one. The social life I have to work on, because I know that I am prone to post-partum and I really have to make sure that I have some semblance of a support group in place to keep me grounded during the first few months post-baby. SUB will be going to a Mom’s Day Out program 2 days a week, to give me one-on-one time with the baby and allow me to catch up on sleep, so that should help too.