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I haven't felt too much like posting, and frankly, I don't feel like posting now, but I am hoping that if I do, I will feel a little better
Ate great today, and really good yesterday. I find myself getting frustrated with my body when I get hungry so fast, but I am trying to get past that.
Went to see the nurse educator at the endocrin office. She was really nice, and helpful, and she really doesn't think I "have" GD. Good. Cause I don't think I do either. I am still going to go to the consult on the 25th - the reason being that it's not a bad thing to keep tabs on it, I don't have to go every week like last time, only once a month, which will mean I will go to see this Dr. 3 times, max. The nurse only wants me to check my sugar every 2-3 days, and I have to e-mail her weekly with the numbers, unless of course, there is something funny. It's a relief. I didn't want to be treated like a sugar crazed lunatic again. I didn't want to have 17 trillion ultrasounds with techs saying "ohhh... I think he's going to be big" when Josh was only 7 lbs 4 oz. I don't need all the additional stress in my life. And, I will not let them do that to me.
I tried to exercise this evening. Asked A to walk with me, and he blew me off. As soon as I started, my ankle started to really hurt. I tried to crack it, get the kink out of it, but it would not budge. I kept going, and about 15 min in, I started getting crampy and I heard Josh start whining. I mean, really??? I try to do something for my health, and there was a windfall of crap practically begging me not to. Unfortunately, I gave up. I'm such a winner
I feel so angry. I went up to Josh's room for the FOURTH FUCKING TIME tonight, and it turned out he was whining because he was sweating in his winter feety PJ's the hubs put him in. So, I have to turn on the lights, find something cooler for him to wear, get him up, change him, wake him up totally and completely, and then put him back to bed.
I can't believe A is already fucking snoring on the couch. I just had to say that. I am very concerned with his weight and diet, and I am practically begging him to log his food for the day. I made him do it tonight for today and yesterday. How is he going to really know what he's eating if he doesn't log it? He's not, and then it won't get any better. The snoring is totally out of control, and I feel bad telling him that I don't want him in bed with me, but I am the one who can't sleep while he's sawing wood, so I need to think of myself. If I don't get sleep, I get very cranky, and really, I can't afford to be any more cranky than I already am.
Why do I feel so angry? I mean, I feel a little better after getting this all out, but I really still feel very, very, very mad. Just listening to A snore is making me so angry. I don't even understand why. why why why
I kinda want to smother his with a pillow. Maybe I'll get some frozen yogurt and go upstairs. I can't listen to this anymore.