Getting The Hang Of This…?

I have done this thing for one full week. That’s 28 finger pricks. Sometimes it takes more than one, so at least 35 in reality. The learning curve on controlling my numbers is steep. I cannot mess up. I made one of my favorite dishes the other day, penne covered with chicken, polska kielbasa sausage, tomato chunks, and olives heated with basil and thyme. Mmmm. I was terrified after we ate that id have a high number and wouldn’t be able to eat it again but my number was good!!! I just about burst into tears because it’s the first thing I actually like that I can still eat. We did make it with wheat pasta, which is a first. Hubby tasted it to see when it was done and the look on his face made it seem like I asked him to eat boiled cardboard. Once covered by the chicken and sausage mixture we couldn’t tell it was wheat pasta at all. Woo!

I finally wrote my mom a letter telling her our news, which I will send after our appointment on Thursday. The ONLY reason I am finally telling her is because I need her help. Otherwise I was planning to wait till mid August. I have this syndrome, where once I write out a letter to someone I assume they have read it minutes after I have written it. It makes no sense, but I keep assuming my mom now knows and want to talk about it with her but then remember the letter is still sitting on my desk. Ready to go out. Weird. I know. 

To end on this is 11 weeks! The bump has literally been the same size since week 5. But I had nothing before so I’m going with ‘it’s the baby’ instead of ‘bloat.’