Is going terrible. My
numbers are all jacked from the most sad of things. Like Chinese. Now it’s on
the hit list. I had half a PB& (very little) J and was 20 over the limit. I
hate this. I'm complaining I know, but I have 30 more weeks of feeling like
everything I eat is harming this baby. I had a breakdown after the Chinese food
debacle and just felt like my body is incapable of carrying a baby correctly. First
all the problems with Max and now with this one. Ugh. There is no escape and no
easy answer and the only way to figure it out is trial and error and every
error affects this baby.
In other less depressing/ ‘I would rather think about this’
news it looks like my mom will be out for a month from October to November. She
still doesn’t know our news and how grateful I will be to have her out here. But
she will also be out here before and after the 27 week milestone with this one.
Which will be emotionally challenging to say the least. She also raised my
diabetic brother for the last 12 years and can count carbs in her sleep. I will
find that a valuable resource with my own needs and can’t wait.
I have to get used to pricking my finger.
It’s been five months today little man. I miss you.
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