the lighter side

On the bright side of being diagnosed with diabetes and eating nothing fun, there's a whole new world of jokes out there for me. Or "jokes", I should say. Really, it's not all that funny and all I want to do is eat pancakes. But I do think of this little funny I found on pinterest everytime I stab my own finger:

One way to get that drop of blood for the test strip!

Thanks for all the sympathetic and encouraging words. I met with my doctor yesterday and she was impressed at how good my numbers were looking. Also, I was measuring the same as I was two weeks ago, which is a good sign. And I had even lost a pound. Which is a sign that I ate waaaaaay too much junk over Christmas and maybe this is good for me after all.

Anyway, she said if I keep up the good numbers and the baby's growth looks stable, she won't push for a C-section. Hooray! I have a special "growth ultrasound" scheduled for Thursday - not sure how they are different from regular, old ultrasounds - so hopefully that will give us some more information to work with. And keep me from fretting too much. The anxiety eating lacks a certain satisfaction when you are limited to veggies and almonds.