I am NOT diabetic. Woo hoo! All of that fretting was for nothing. If only I could just harness the energy I spend on worrying for something useful, I’d be unstoppable. But it’s what I do. On the bright side, I barely thought about it all weekend. I made a decision that I’d call the doctor’s office on Monday, and that I wouldn’t worry about it until then. Somehow I actually made that work. Maybe that’s because I was actually asleep for so much of the weekend.
Here’s the interesting thing. The nurse said that while I’m not diabetic, my numbers weren’t exactly "good." I gather my three hour number was forty-nine. Keep in mind that I don’t really know what any of this means, but she said that apparently after a large sugar load I tend to go hypoglycemic and that she figured that by the end of the test I probably was feeling pretty crappy. This is a very accurate statement. She said I was probably feeling kind of sick, dizzy, sweaty, and really hungry. She missed mentioning "cranky," but she doesn’t know me, so that’s okay. I’ve suspected this for years, and actually mentioned it to my doctor at one point. I love my doctor. Her reply when I commented that I noticed a tendency to feel sick if I hadn’t eaten anything for several hours was "so eat something." This is exactly what the nurse just told me. I may stash a jar of peanut butter in my desk for emergencies. I’m not a huge fan of it, so it’ll be safe from random snacking. I also just found out from my mother that my dad has the same problem, and his dad did also. Nice to know I’m continuing a family tradition.
In other news, the spare bedroom cum nursery is chugging along. We (read "I" and my husband agreed) decided to take down the shutters that were in there and put up some mini-blinds (yes, yes, we’ll loop the cords up...). I’ve put up some curtains that mom gave me: they’re actually from my room in Herkimer when I was little. They’re white sheers with a bit of a ruffle. They’re cute, they look nice in there, and it will make my mother happy. I need to install some hooks for the tie backs, and we need to measure for the blinds. Other than that I mucked out a bunch of stuff that’s been languishing in there for a while: the box of assorted musical instruments, the tubs of clothes destined for the Salvation Army, Bob’s archery gear (he took care of that,) a tub of fabric I’d forgotten about, etc. There’re a few big things that still need to happen in there. There is a dresser that I’m going to get rid of that needs to come out. The problem with that is that I need someplace to put it until I figure out how to get rid of it. I’m thinking Craig’s List. The closet needs to be painted, because it’s uglier in there than I remember, and if I’m going to take the doors off for a while, I’m going to have to look at it. The papasan chair needs to be relocated until a final decision is made about whether we have room somewhere or if it goes away. I need a bed stand in a proper scale for the room, and I need to bring in the crib and changing table. At least I have a time frame on that – Bruce is bringing them down from Syracuse next Monday. So I’ll be able to get that set up. I think that having a crib in the house will make this all feel a bit more immanent. It would be nice to be able to get the bookcases stained and sealed before the baby comes, but that’s not mission critical. We’re doing pretty well in there. The nice thing about having a girl is that a lot of my old things can be reused. On the other hand, it seems to have completely unhinged my entire family. Apparently my sister-in-law is shopping. And giggling. It’s nice that she and mom are on good terms again, but this is a little odd. What I hadn’t realized is that there are no girls in the family. My brother had two boys. His wife’s sister had three boys. Her other sister had a boy. My brother is one of two boys. His brother-in-law is one of two boys. My blood-relation cousins are three boys.
This kid is going to be able to get away with murder with the extended family.
Yesterday we went on an excursion to Babies R Us. I figured it was a good one-stop-shop to look stuff over, and they’ve got the largest display of car seats that I’ve found so far. We spent a couple of hours pawing over the car seats. Bob scoped out all of the mechanical issues and I checked out disassembly as regards washability. That has caused me to completely dismiss Britax. I was already gagging at the price tag (especially given that we need two of them,) and the last straw was finding out that the covers aren’t machine washable. They’re having a car seat demo there next Sunday, so we’ll go to that before we make a decision. I also want to see if they’ll let us take the display out to the parking lot to test it in our cars. If you were to judge by the size of things and the reviews that I'm reading, you’d be pretty sure that we’re the only people buying car seats who drive compact cars instead of SUV’s.
Maybe, but we’re getting a whole lot better mileage than they are.
I did try to start looking at registering. Really I did. But we ran into a couple of roadblocks. The first one was sheer overload. That’s just an awful lot of stuff to look at, and I started out tired. The second problem was ignorance on a staggering number of levels. We have no idea what we need. They gave us a nice checklist, but we have no way of knowing what we need to have vs. what would be nice to have vs. what is just "stuff." We’ve got enough stuff without adding more. Trust me on this one. A subset of the ignorance problem is that we just don’t know what a lot of these things are. Anything in the "nursing" category for example is a complete mystery. Of course the breast-feeding class isn’t until the end of August, and I really should be done with this thing by then. I have a plan for figuring everything out, but Sunday was completely overwhelming and I have no time in the evenings until Thursday. I’ll plan to start my research then.
I seemed to be the only female in the store who wasn’t having a great time. It’s another area where I just seem to be wired slightly askew. I still don’t coo over picture of cute babies - or over the babies themselves, for that matter. I didn’t enjoy looking at baby things. I did spend a lot of time saying "Holy crap that’s expensive!" but I’m not sure what that says about me (besides "I’m cheap.") I worry a touch that I’m just a little too cold-hearted for this endeavor. I guess in a few months we’ll know.
Meanwhile I will revel in my continued ability to just eat the best that I can without having to track and regulate it to a huge level of minutia. So far, the sciatica and the exhaustion is the worst of it, and while not fun it’s survivable. I have also now firmly vowed to myself that I will not have histrionics over the next thing that startles me, because I didn't behave well through this episode.
Remind me of that when I go shopping for a few maternity clothes while the summer clothes are still available.