4 in 1

I have about 10 blog posts saved as drafts, none of which I think I will ever publish. So, I am stealing my friend, Katrina's, idea and putting a few mini-posts in one big post.

1. Mozart. Do you think anyone really plays Mozart to their child while in utero? I've had multiple pregnancy sources suggest this very thing. Perhaps a sign that our culture puts a little too much emphasis on success and giving children a head start? Well anyway, my boy's been listening to Miley Cirus. Think it will suffice?

2. Gestational Diabetes. Last Monday, I failed a glucose screening test, which meant that I had to take a 3 hour long glucose tolerance test to make sure that I didn't have gestational diabetes. (This was a humbling experience, since I typically tend to be the type who thinks that I can control everything about my health via diet and exercise - and yet I found myself completely out of control, though the doctor assured me that it had nothing to do with my lifestyle.) Well, the guy who tested my blood 4 times on Friday during the Glucose Tolerance Test told me that my numbers looked great and I didn't have anything to worry about. (Great! I celebrated with fro-yo and peanut butter M&Ms!) Umm SIKE! This Monday, a nurse called back to tell me I had a minor glucose intolerance and to avoid simple sugar. (Happy Thanksgiving, umm not.) I was confused since the dude testing my blood said all was well. So I called back again Wednesday to verify the numbers, and my favorite nurse, Judy, told me that actually my numbers were perfect, that I had nothing to worry about and that the other nurse probably was just saying I should be careful since I had to test twice. Phew. A whole lotta of drama for nothin! And I can still eat pumpkin pie. (Note: I chose the title "Gestational Diabetes" for this section so you would read it.)

3. Attractive Pajamas. Here's a modest belly pic for those of you who never see me. I have to take them on self-timer now because Matt loses patience if I want him to take more than one.
4. Nursery. For those of you who like this sort of thing. Here is a picture of the baby's Bedding and Crib, courtesy of Pottery Barn Kids. I have no nursery theme. I'm not really a theme girl, if you haven't gathered that already.

Bedding

Crib

i think i'm going crazy

I've been convinced for a week that I am in my 3rd trimester because I read somewhere that it started at 24 weeks... I REALLY DID READ THAT SOMEWHERE. But then I started feeling like the 3rd trimester was going to be really long, and that 24 weeks couldn't possibly be right... and I had stopped reading my pregnancy books like 2 months ago (about the same time I stopped reading blogs and the news), so I had nothing to steer me in the right direction if the Internet had mislead me. Turns out my 3rd trimester doesn't technically start till 28 weeks.

This is only one example of my pregnancy brain totally letting me down. In the last week or so I have dropped (and shattered) a glass of pasta sauce at HEB, put my shoes on the wrong feet and actually walked in them for a few minutes before realizing it, put my maternity jeans on backwards, and completely screwed up several common words and phrases. (Example: "to each his own." I proudly said instead, "each to his own.")

So here's to 3 more weeks of 2nd trimester bliss... and 15 more weeks of pregnant brain.