Yesterday I ate the first donut of my pregnancy. I can’t say I was proud about it. My real intention was to initiate a sugar rush to wake baby up and get him kicking. I noticed that he was having a lazy morning, so I gave him a little jump. That good ol’ globule of sweet dough did the trick.
Speaking of treats, my blood glucose results came back normal. I do NOT have gestational diabetes. Praise Jesus. But I still have to watch my weight gain. Packed on 25 lbs already. Whooooooops. My doctor is worried that I’m gaining weight a little too fast. She doesn’t want little Ethan getting too fat that he can’t be delivered naturally.
Mental note: slow down on the chips and fries
I’m guzzling down 32 ounces of water in preparation of an ultrasound. Another checkup for this ever-growing nugget. I hope my bladder doesn’t burst on my drive over to the hospital. How do they expect pregnant women to handle a baby and a full bladder for a half-hour exam? I promise if I hiccup, I’ll wet myself.
Trying to end on a high note, but can’t keep myself from admitting that I’ve become a bloated fart machine.
Hive five, it’s Friday.
And I’m not at Coachella.
Ethan’s 28-week ultrasound
He’s around 2.2lbs now, and getting a bit cramped in there!