Pregnancy Journal 24
This has not been a good few days. Ugh.
So a few months back I fell in love with a crib and changing table set at Ikea. I had already emailed my parents and hubby's parents and they agreed to get them for us. I was so excited. Fast forward to Saturday. We went to Ikea to get some kitchen supplies and happened to stop up in the baby area. My first clue that something was wrong was that I didn't see any cribs at all. Then I found the set that my crib/changing table was from, but they only had the wardrobe and toy chest, and both said "last chance" on them. So hubby asked the employee (I had to walk away, I couldn't bear to hear bad news from a stranger). They have gotten rid of all of their cribs temporarily in order to update them to the new safety standards (which is all good and well). They won't be back until likely December (less good), and the particular set that I loved won't be back at all (devastating) as they are discontinuing it. I swear I stood in the store and cried like a baby for 10 minutes straight. I so had my heart set on that set. I ended up picking out a different set at babies-r-us that I like mostly ok. I am very happy with the new crib, but the new changing table isn't quite what I had envisioned. Should still be fine, and I am sure I will fall in love with the new stuff too, but it was very disappointing.
Work hasn't been going well this week. Lots of things going wrong, staying late, etc. Then yesterday the things going wrong were just too much for me and I started bawling while trying to do my work. Wasn't going well. Luckily Paul was home and tried to comfort me best he could. *Then* to make it even worse, the Drs office calls with my lab results (I knew that was bad as the doc said they only call if it doesn't go well). I had the 1 hour glucose test on Tuesday at my appointment (drink a bottle of sickly sweet stuff, they draw your blood an hour later and test your glucose levels). I failed it. Which doesn't *necessarily* mean I have gestational diabetes, but I have to go in on Sunday morning (at 6:45 am, blah), to do the longer test (fast for 12 hours before, get blood drawn, drink even more sickly sweet stuff, get blood drawn once an hour for 3 hours). If I fail that, then I have gestational diabetes. Not sure what exactly that means for me, I haven't read up much on it yet (that is my priority for the next couple of days). I am really scared though.
I am soooo emotional lately. I have been crying at *everything.* It is not fun, especially as I am not at all used to acting this way. Is it 40 weeks yet?
So a few months back I fell in love with a crib and changing table set at Ikea. I had already emailed my parents and hubby's parents and they agreed to get them for us. I was so excited. Fast forward to Saturday. We went to Ikea to get some kitchen supplies and happened to stop up in the baby area. My first clue that something was wrong was that I didn't see any cribs at all. Then I found the set that my crib/changing table was from, but they only had the wardrobe and toy chest, and both said "last chance" on them. So hubby asked the employee (I had to walk away, I couldn't bear to hear bad news from a stranger). They have gotten rid of all of their cribs temporarily in order to update them to the new safety standards (which is all good and well). They won't be back until likely December (less good), and the particular set that I loved won't be back at all (devastating) as they are discontinuing it. I swear I stood in the store and cried like a baby for 10 minutes straight. I so had my heart set on that set. I ended up picking out a different set at babies-r-us that I like mostly ok. I am very happy with the new crib, but the new changing table isn't quite what I had envisioned. Should still be fine, and I am sure I will fall in love with the new stuff too, but it was very disappointing.
Work hasn't been going well this week. Lots of things going wrong, staying late, etc. Then yesterday the things going wrong were just too much for me and I started bawling while trying to do my work. Wasn't going well. Luckily Paul was home and tried to comfort me best he could. *Then* to make it even worse, the Drs office calls with my lab results (I knew that was bad as the doc said they only call if it doesn't go well). I had the 1 hour glucose test on Tuesday at my appointment (drink a bottle of sickly sweet stuff, they draw your blood an hour later and test your glucose levels). I failed it. Which doesn't *necessarily* mean I have gestational diabetes, but I have to go in on Sunday morning (at 6:45 am, blah), to do the longer test (fast for 12 hours before, get blood drawn, drink even more sickly sweet stuff, get blood drawn once an hour for 3 hours). If I fail that, then I have gestational diabetes. Not sure what exactly that means for me, I haven't read up much on it yet (that is my priority for the next couple of days). I am really scared though.
I am soooo emotional lately. I have been crying at *everything.* It is not fun, especially as I am not at all used to acting this way. Is it 40 weeks yet?