If you're unfamiliar with Bee-bo, you need to go pick up "The Belly Button Book" by Sandra Boynton. It's a favorite around here.
It also is the inspiration for Clara's favorite saying that she spouts about 12 times a day..."Mama, you got a baby a baby in yo' bee-bo?"
Translation...in case you don't frequent facebook...I'm pregnant with #5!
A couple months ago Dave and I were pretty seriously discussing trying for a number 5 but I wasn't totally on board yet. A series of clear experiences while praying and in a blessing I received told us that we needed to have another baby. That there was a baby waiting to come to our family.
So, we decided to go ahead and start trying with the full expectation that it would be like every other time we've tried to have a baby and it would take a year or more before I actually got pregnant. I've never been one of those people that can just decide to have a baby and then get pregnant that month. It always takes forever.
But not this time. It was only a matter of weeks before I got the tell tale nausea when I'm hungry. That's always my first clue. So I laid down and pushed on my abdomen to feel where my uterus was and I thought. "oh...I'm pregnant already" cause it was pretty prominent. But I hadn't taken a test yet so I ran and bought two since I've gotten a lot more negative tests than positive over the years. But I ended up only needing the one. The positive was instant and very dark. (So I have an extra test here if anyone needs one, lol)
So anyway...this baby was pretty determined to come and we're excited for it! I had an ultrasound today to get a due date. We saw/heard the heartbeat and then the midwife measured the baby and we found out I'm 8 weeks 2 days along and I'm due on April 4th.
Now to just get through the misery that pregnancy is for me and onto the labor cause that's the best part. Except for after they're born of course. Can't wait to meet this new little one!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Friday, August 06, 2010
Diabetes and driving
One of the scariest things for me as a spouse of someone with t1 diabetes is worrying about them being behind the wheel. When we're together, I drive. Mostly because I get horrible motion sickness and it's just better for everyone if I'm driving rather than getting nauseous, but partly because I worry that he might go low.
He tells a story of being in college. He was going on a date one night and his blood sugar went low while he was driving. He was aware that it was dropping but wasn't present enough to take care of it himself. So his solution was to stop the car at an intersection, exit the car, and lay down in the street. Without saying a word to his poor date. His lying there stirred up some attention and finally somebody noticed his medical ID tag and knew what to do for him.
We laugh at that story but sometimes it's downright dangerous.
When we'd been married just a few years, my younger sister came to live with us. We had two small children and she was a Senior in High School. She was doing the running start program and the college was near where Dave worked and they'd often drive together because our house was pretty secluded.
One time they were driving home and he was driving. She said he wasn't making sense while he was talking but she didn't really know what was wrong. It wasn't until he drove right past the turn off to our house that she started worrying. She tried to get his attention but he was out. He was driving on "auto pilot" with no awareness of what he was doing. When attempts to get his attention failed, she reached her foot over and pushed his foot off the gas and stopped the car herself. Somehow (personally, I think angels helped because I've tried moving him before when he's out and it's hard) she managed to switch seats with him and she drove him home. She left him in the car and I took juice out to him and sat with him until he came to.
I fully believe she saved his life that day and I'll be forever grateful.
Another time I got a phone call about an hour and a half after he left for work. He just said "I don't know where I am. The car hit a curb and popped a tire. The last thing I remember was the garage door closing at our house." He had driven a good 45 miles on the freeway and he didn't remember it. He was able to tell me some landmarks around him and I helped him figure out where he was. He was closer to his work than to me so I called his office and they sent someone to go help him out.
I've learned to live by the phrase "no news is good news". It crosses my mind daily that he could drive low today, but I figure as long as I've heard nothing, he must be safe. Because if something bad happened I'd be getting a call from the police, fire station, hospital, morgue or something along those lines.
I've learned that silence is good. And that he should check his blood sugar before getting in the car. :)
He tells a story of being in college. He was going on a date one night and his blood sugar went low while he was driving. He was aware that it was dropping but wasn't present enough to take care of it himself. So his solution was to stop the car at an intersection, exit the car, and lay down in the street. Without saying a word to his poor date. His lying there stirred up some attention and finally somebody noticed his medical ID tag and knew what to do for him.
We laugh at that story but sometimes it's downright dangerous.
When we'd been married just a few years, my younger sister came to live with us. We had two small children and she was a Senior in High School. She was doing the running start program and the college was near where Dave worked and they'd often drive together because our house was pretty secluded.
One time they were driving home and he was driving. She said he wasn't making sense while he was talking but she didn't really know what was wrong. It wasn't until he drove right past the turn off to our house that she started worrying. She tried to get his attention but he was out. He was driving on "auto pilot" with no awareness of what he was doing. When attempts to get his attention failed, she reached her foot over and pushed his foot off the gas and stopped the car herself. Somehow (personally, I think angels helped because I've tried moving him before when he's out and it's hard) she managed to switch seats with him and she drove him home. She left him in the car and I took juice out to him and sat with him until he came to.
I fully believe she saved his life that day and I'll be forever grateful.
Another time I got a phone call about an hour and a half after he left for work. He just said "I don't know where I am. The car hit a curb and popped a tire. The last thing I remember was the garage door closing at our house." He had driven a good 45 miles on the freeway and he didn't remember it. He was able to tell me some landmarks around him and I helped him figure out where he was. He was closer to his work than to me so I called his office and they sent someone to go help him out.
I've learned to live by the phrase "no news is good news". It crosses my mind daily that he could drive low today, but I figure as long as I've heard nothing, he must be safe. Because if something bad happened I'd be getting a call from the police, fire station, hospital, morgue or something along those lines.
I've learned that silence is good. And that he should check his blood sugar before getting in the car. :)
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