This is what I get to drink for breakfast this morning. It seems as though that stupid bottle is staring me down as I sit here and type. I know that it’s not going to drink itself, and that I’m eventually going to have to chug it, but I just don’t want to. I’m well aware that I am being a total baby about this, but it’s that nasty. Why can’t I eat like six pancakes smothered in syrup?? Or maybe Belgian waffles smothered in whip cream?? It’s got to be about the same sugar equivalent as the orange stuff, right?
If you’re wondering what the heck is in that orange bottle, it’s what you have to drink about an hour before your get your blood glucose level tested for gestational diabetes. I am about to head out the door for my 28 week OB appointment, and I find myself asking, “how could it be time for this already?”
Thinking back to my first pregnancy, it seems like I was a lot further along before I was screened for gestational diabetes. This pregnancy has gone by way too fast, and I’m starting to panic a bit. After my appointment today, I go from visiting my doctor once a month, to every other week. Soon, I’ll be having to go every week! That means this boy is coming soon!
A lot of anxiety is starting to set in. Beyond my breastfeeding concerns, my daughter is 18 months old and still in diapers. I am soon going to have two babies to care for. I barely leave the house as it is! How am I going to handle it all? What if both my kids are hungry at the same time? One will need the boob and the other will need food fixed for her. I only have two hands! What if one cries and wakes the other one up at night? Lord knows my husband will sleep through it all, but I won’t. What do I do?
These are the thoughts keeping me up at night. I know there are a lot of mothers out there who have gone through this, and that I will somehow make it through myself, but do any of you have any pieces of advice?