Confessions of a Pregnant Lady

Most of these confessions actually have nothing to do with being pregnant. I have just had a lot of time on my hands recently and for some reason that led to self reflection or something of the sort. So here are 10 Confessions of a Pregnant Lady.

1. I LOVE Celtic music. I started listening to it in high school and I was hooked. I tried learning Gaelic but that didn't go over so well so I will have to just be content listening to Celtic Woman. If I had a bucket list learning how to play the bagpipes would definitely be on it. I figure the blowpipe is kind of like an oboe reed so I am on the right track, right?

2. I have a love/hate relationship with chocolate. I love cocoa because I absolutely LOVE hot chocolate, brownies, texas sheet cake, etc. But I really really do NOT like chocolate in bar form. The chocolate bars I do like have only a thin coating, like Twix. And while chocolate chip cookies are one of my favorites, you can't actually put in the chocolate chips or you ruin it.

3. I am so excited to be having a little girl at the end of April, but I secretly hope that I will end up having twins that they somehow missed on the ultrasound.

4. I am also terrified that my little girl will actually be a boy (it happened to a friend in college). Not that having a boy would be a bad thing, I just happen to own a lot of pink baby clothes and dresses at the moment.

5. When I wake up in the morning I usually feel great and skinny and pretty and often forget that I am actually pregnant. Then I try to get out of bed.

6. I need checklists in order to get things done, and even that is iffy. I tend to get easily distracted. Sometimes I even write something on my checklist after I have already finished it just so I can cross it off and feel like I accomplished something.

7. I am a hoarder. I hate getting rid of things "in case we need it someday". And I just can't seem to turn down free things, which is resulting in a lot of clutter in our little apartment. But I just can't help myself. Especially when everyone is so nice and volunteering their stuff.

8. I am nowhere near as crafty as I think I am. I come up with grand projects and then either can't figure them out or get bored. Hopefully this will change soon.

9. I HATE the phrase "kiss on the mouth". I have run across this in more than one book. It seems to imply that you are eating the other person. Kiss on the lips just sounds SO much better. I think it is a lot more sweet and romantic.

10. I have pretty much no self control when it comes to dessert. I know I shouldn't be eating it yet I think "I'll just have one more" or "it's only a little", like this somehow justifies eating my body weight (which, due to pregnancy, is WAY more than it used to be) in cupcakes. This is becoming a huge problem now that I am seriously craving sweets and am home all day to actually make them.

So, those are my confessions for now. Hopefully I can get a few of them under control, and soon. :)

Update

Just thought I would give a quick update on how we have been.

Karl is getting to be SUPER busy with school. He always seems to have at least two monster tests a week on top of classes and labs and skills proficiency. However, I am extremely lucky because he actually comes home every night. Apparently a lot of the other husbands/students in general stay on campus til about midnight most nights preparing for tests. Karl still has to study when he comes home early but at least I get to see him which is great.

I was lucky enough to take NCLEX, my nursing board exam, last Thursday. It was not a good test. It is designed so that you take a minimum of 75 questions and then after that the test shuts off when it decides you are either a) safe as a nurse or b) you need more training. I felt like I was missing everything and then my test shut off at about 78 questions. I thought that meant I failed miserably, but I tried to stay positive.

Then I saw that some of my friends from Utah who had taken the test the same day already had their results and they had passed. I was hoping that I didn't know because Oregon was slow. Then on Monday I got a letter. Usually you can check online. The fact that I did not see results online and I now have a letter from the Nursing Board meant to me that I failed.

So Karl handed it to me and I tried not to cry as I opened it. I just kept thinking what am I going to do. Do I try and take it again before the baby comes? I haven't even been able to really think about the baby or get anything ready because I have been so worried about the test. What do I do now?

Fortunately, when I opened the letter it said "Congratulations! You passed." So I started bawling and Karl had to deal with it, but at least they were happy tears and not sad ones. Poor Karl has had to deal with all my stress, anxiety, and hormones on top of his school work so I am sure he is glad I passed so that I at least won't be crying to him about that dang test anymore.

So I am officially a nurse!

Now that I no longer have to study all day what am I going to do with myself? Get ready for baby! I have become addicted to Pinterest and love looking at all the craft ideas. I even tried one out this weekend and made little baby shoes. I think they turned out pretty good for a first attempt.
I know they are blue but girls can like blue too. I also have a lot more time to exercise and I plan on taking long walks everyday. Hopefully that helps with the whole borderline gestational diabetes thing and the fact that my doctor has put me on weight gain restriction for the rest of my pregnancy. Which is only about two more months. Holy cow! Here is me at 30 weeks.
So that is us for now.

My Recent Ouches

Sorry, this is kind of a complaining/venting blog post. Just a heads up before you continue.

So I feel like things have been going pretty great with this pregnancy. Not that I really have anything to compare it with but I figure when the worst symptoms I have had consist of acne, occasional (ok, maybe not so occasional if you ask Karl) mood swings, and the beginnings of low back pain I really don't have anything to complain about.

Then I went to the doctor in Oregon. I had to do that glucose tolerance test to check for gestational diabetes. Once again I though, hey that wasn't too bad. Then I got the results. Barely elevated, but elevated none the less. So that means on to the 3 hours tolerance test. Let me just say, NOT COOL.

It is not very nice to make a pregnant lady fast for 12 hours, only to have to drink a very sugary nasty drink on an empty stomach and then get poked four times in the next three hours. I spent the whole night thinking about how I needed a drink but couldn't have one and was on the verge of throwing up for the first two hours after drinking that stuff.

Now I get to worry that I am hurting my baby and actually have gestational diabetes for the next two weeks until I see the dr again to go over the results.

I was also informed that I have put on a lot of weight and need to stop gaining so much. Great. Now I am not only a pregnant lady, I am a fatty pregnant lady, which is probably why I will become a diabetic, fatty, pregnant lady.

I honestly didn't think I was that big, but who am I to argue with the doctor. So here is the latest picture of me. Still 27 weeks but I like taking pictures with my different prego clothes to try and see which ones look the best.
On top of all that I am drawing closer to taking the nursing board exam (NCLEX-RN). Lots of my friends from school have already passed and I am terrified that I am going to be the stupid one who fails. I just have a hard time concentrating to study when I keep feeling the baby move and I just want to get things ready for her to come. And now I am worried about this other stuff too. Not helping.

And finally, I was making dinner on Monday (chicken pot pie and it turned out pretty well if I do say so myself). As I was putting it in the oven I was distracted and was brought quickly back to reality as my hand touched the top of the oven and I felt lots and lots of pain. It is healing pretty well, I should have taken a picture right after it happened, but it is still super red and tender. Sorry it is blurry. I have issues taking pictures one handed. Lets just say I would make a horrible surgeon.
So those are some of my ouches lately. Thanks for letting me vent.