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Friday, October 29, 2010

-ings

Making: a puffed baby quilt for my Christmas bundle!
Planning: to go Christmas shopping on Saturday with big J!
Decorating: early this year because i don't think my ever-growing belly will let me do it any later...
Loving: peanut butter so much!
Thinking: about ordering more fabric for sewing projects.
Dreaming: of having a harvest table for the dining room, one day...
Thanking: my husband for being ever so patient and supportive and loving, he's been making the meals all the time now and he's being such a sweetie about it!
Counting: the days until i can hold my baby in my arms.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Needles

One week into self-administered insulin injections, and my leg looks like a maze of needle marks like a junkie's. On good days the shot goes in smoothly. On bad days i get a short bout of anxiety and inevitably, the injection site bleeds/bruises/hurts. The needle itself is virtually painless. My research tells me i am either doing it incorrectly when it's bruised afterwards, or i don't have enough fat in my leg so I hit muscle instead, which makes it hurt. I should feel flattered that my leg is not fatty enough eh? Now I'm 10 minutes away from my lunchtime shot. I don't get anxious with this one because it's only 6 units, and I almost always get good BG after lunch—though I'm not sure if it's the insulin or the walk after but the end result is good.

But as always, I tell myself that it's for Jakers and I'm just thankful there isn't anything else we both have to deal with on the home stretch (yay! 9 weeks to go!). Cross my fingers.

Friday, October 15, 2010

ACK! Where Are My Sweet Treats

A couple of weeks ago, I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. A couple of months ago, my sugar levels were normal.

I started reading about this condition (if I may call it that), and found a reassuring number of pregnant women also dealing with GD, and successfully at that. There was also a plethora of articles and websites that discussed why it happens, and how best to manage it to avoid unnecessary complications.

I have also gone to see a nurse specializing in GD and had a talk with a dietician as well. My diet was pretty good pre-pregnancy, but with GD I have to reduce the carbs, mainly white rice, and eat more protein and fibre. I am a pretty adjustable person too, so I've gotten used to brown rice now, and more meat than rice at meals, and I really enjoy that I "need" to have a snack in between meals! I've started walking again and more too. I'd say I have moderate success in keeping my sugar levels down except for the fasting levels, which is impossible to do. The nurse and dietician highly suspect that I will end up needing insulin shots before bed to bring these levels down, and I am prepping myself psychologically for this. In five days I will know.

Most importantly, the nurse assured me that getting GD is not my fault nor the baby's, and it's also not because of pre-pregnancy diet and lifestyle. It's just the way the pregnant body works. Just when my body needs extra insulin for the baby and myself, the growing placenta secretes hormones that are insulin antagonists. I asked the dietician why my fasting levels are especially high when I have no problem lowering them during the day. She said that my body goes through stress at night because there's the extra effort to sleep comfortably, and it's oftentimes unsuccessful. I'm guessing it's when the placenta does most of its growing and inhibiting the body's insulin production, but I'm no doctor.

If I manage the GD well enough, I may still have the natural childbirth that I want for my baby, like I had with Jaden. I'm just putting in a little bit more effort with meal preparation, glucose monitoring, and exercise. Worst case scenario is that the baby gets too big for vaginal delivery and my doctor will either choose to induce labor a couple of weeks before due date or perform a C-section.

Meanwhile, I'm exploring new diet options, and like I said, I'm getting used to brown rice, and tonight I'm going to try barley. I've also learned to appreciate open-face sandwiches, vegetable omelets, and unsweetened soymilk. I think my dog also appreciates the nightly walks that he now takes with me. I have come to accept that it's not so bad dealing with this, and I've already shed the few tears of frustration last weekend from not being able to enjoy a cookie or a cheese scone for the rest of my pregnancy. But because it's for my baby and eventually will be good for me too, I will gladly take on the healthier lifestyle and pray for the strength to keep it up, with or without GD.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

We Are All Hostages

The media attention has died, and the whole nation has moved on to a new controversy. But allow me to still get my two cents in on this.

Let me start by saying democracy in the Philippines is a big farce. Everyone likes to pretend the country is civilized, educated, and free. What no one wants to admit is that we are a nation of extreme poverty where the poor are driven to desperation and the rich get greedier. People grow up embracing the mentality that to survive, one must outsmart others, resort to trickery and even robbery, and be dishonest, because they have not been shown that there are dignified ways to better their lives.

The government is corrupt on all levels. The education system, the supposed gateway for the poor out of poverty is a big joke, and rather than fixing it, now the government wants to extend the laughs.

Ours is a nation of shallow minds. We are exhibitionists: the police and politicians manically seeking the spotlight in the HongKong hostage drama instead of doing their job, the media taking on the role of people's champion by mediating (not just this time but many times before) instead of the professionals trained in negotiating, media dictating the turn of events by the controversial angles they insist on portraying instead of the real story. Didn't Binay say that the reason he was opposed to giving up his wang-wang was that he wanted to attend to emergencies like this asap? Is that even in his job description as VP? Doesn't the national police have a unit specially trained to handle these dramas? Don't they have protocols in place for media and spectators during high-tension events like this? Evidently, all else fades when faced with the prospect of notoriety and TV coverage.

It's heartbreaking that here abroad, the only times the country gets featured in the news are when foreigners die in the hands of Filipinos or when prisoners decide to pay tribute to MJ. Okay, thank you to Charice and Arnel Pineda and half of the Jabbawokeez for the fame but I would really like to see Filipinos be known for something else than arts and sports. I would like to see a shift in mindset about materialism, and for kids to have ambition of the positive kind, the kind that will bring them places and out of the slums. How do you teach people to enjoy success without envy and arrogance, and nurture hearts full of kindness and generosity and a real concern for the environment? Not with an additional year or two in school without a true revolution in thinking and doing. The nation needs new work ethics, one that emphasizes responsibility and ownership. Let's stop pointing fingers, move forward beyond "official investigations and inquiries," and instead, maybe come up with task forces? (Please, no more Senate inquiries on sex scandals and the half-naked Viva Hot Babes—that is NOT why you were elected, bozos!)