The Dog Days of Summer

The summer is winding down and so is my pregnancy. I'm in my 32nd week and I keep thinking that 8 weeks seems like such a long time, but really it will go quite fast. And depending on how big this baby gets, it might even go quicker than I can even imagine.



I've been working really hard at controlling my gestational diabetes, but it is pretty hard. My doctor put me on a medication that is supposed to help, but my blood sugar is still all over the place so I'm not really sure. What I am sure of is that as soon as the baby is born I am going to eat some potatoes and a brownie sandwiched between 2 pieces of white bread. With a side of white rice. And some fruit. And some carrots. Oh, how I miss all of those foods.



I'm supposed to start once weekly non stress tests this week. I'm not really sure what that involves except for going to the hospital and getting hooked up to some monitors for a while. I guess it's just to monitor the baby's movements and heart rate to make sure the baby isn't under duress. I've been promised that I can watch TV while I'm there.



Rob has been working hard at getting some things done around the house in preparation for the baby. Well, I'm not so sure that the baby cares about having a new water heater and the hole above the shower fixed, but it sure does make me feel more prepared to have a baby. Rob starts school again this week, so we're kind of in a hurry to get the baby's room cleaned out now. Because once Rob starts school again, UVU will own him.



We went to the temple the other day and performed a bunch of sealings for my ancestors. It felt great to get that work done. I want to try to go to the temple as much as I can in the next little while because I know that it will be pretty infrequent once the baby comes. While I was there, I was being directed to the end of the locker room and then also down to the end of a long row of lockers. I was waddling pretty good because I had to go potty and it was super hot. The lady directing me to the locker said, "I'm sorry to make you walk so far, but it's just good that you're up and around this late in your pregnancy. All of this walking will make that baby come any day now." I then told her that I had 2 months left. She then said, "Oh, by your size and the way you were walking I just figured you were almost done." I know she meant well, but she didn't do much for my self esteem.



I know this hasn't been all that exciting of an update, but there's not much going on around here. Now that I'm finished with school, I don't have a lot stressing me out except for the baby preparations. I'm not getting out much these days except to the doctor and Costco, so nothing really funny to report.