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My GTT came back 134. Anything under 140 is acceptable. The heart rate was 136 (IIRC). The thing that shocked me the most and that I was the most excited about was my total cholesterol was 204 and my HDL was 72. 72!!! That is just amazing.

We took John to the ER at 8:30 Thursday night after he vomitted. He had showed me his urine and it was the color of Brandy!

I'll write more later...

Hi - it's Thursday. Today I go to the OB for an ultrasound and my (first?) glucose tolerance test. Supposedly, I should be able to detect the fetal heart beat today. That will be cool.



I put together a PowerPoint presentation for the focus group that I am on at work. Only five pages, but I think it was worthwhile. We'll see. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing for sure.



We didn't work on the car at all last night. John was too tired and still felt weird. I don't think I mentioned that... Tuesday night, John woke up at 4 AM in pain. We think it was gas. He was in pretty severe pain until he fell asleep at 5:10. So, he didn't feel right all day yesterday. Last night, before we went to bed, I gave him some magnesium and he, uhm, relieved his bowels this morning. I don't know where all the gas came from. Seems like it's been backing up for a couple days though. All he does is walk around belching. GEEZ!



I'm feeling alright, but I'm a little nervous about this appointment - I always am nervous about doctor's appointments.



I haven't been having morning sickness, but I do start feeling weird if I let myself get hungry. Then, nothing quite settles right. My gut starts to churning no matter what I eat. But, I don't have runs or anything, in fact, I'm a little constipated... well, actually, there's very little volume in that department - even though I eat a LOT of food. I've been eating tons lately, and so far I haven't gained anything at all. Pretty weird.



Well, it's about quarter till noon and most people have left. I'll give it a few more minutes and then I'm out of here. I have to find something to eat and then off to the appointment. I learned from last time that it's pointless to get there early as everyone is just coming back from lunch and no one is in a hurry about it.



Later...

Monday afternoon, I felt a lot better. I think a lot of my mood was due to work pressures. I completed a big project that morning and boom - I felt better. I think that was after I wrote my journal entry, so that probably helped too - getting it all off my chest.



Yesterday, I was in training all day for work. Afterwards, I went to VG where John was working on the car. There was a big wreck last Saturday and therefore nearly all the stuff underneath the car was ruined. He also decided to rip off the sides - so we're getting a new skin. The car will be pretty again - yea!



I don't like that I have to work until 5. It sucks because John gets off at 4 and then I have a half hour drive, so he's been off for an hour and a half by the time I get there.



Anyway, Charlotte and I went to the grocery store to pick up some rotisserie chickens for dinner. That went just fine and she didn't say too much that bugged me. She broached the subject of me needing to drink milk, and didn't the doctor say anything about that, etc... I told her that I'm taking my prenatal vitamins and that I eat a lot of other dairy products (cheese) and green veggies which have calcium. I think this is all just coming from her osteoporosis stuff though. She had a doctor's appointment and found out that she's only 5'4" now - where she had always been 5'6". She's just worried. I just need to keep it my head that she's worried about me and also that she's thinking of all the things that she thinks she did wrong over her life and is just trying to help. I have to remember that.



After dinner, we didn't do a whole lot (it was late) and we went home by 9.



John played the piano as I was reading the paper. Then, funnily, he made a comment about how the music was good for the baby. It was cute. Something to the affect that I will have to remember that he was the one that was responsible for the musical qualities that our child will have. My babe.



I have more training today for work. Tomorrow is my ultrasound and I took the afternoon off. Friday is my birthday and Mom and Dad will be coming down again to bring more stuff to their house. I don't think we'll get the car done for racing this weekend, but we'll see.

We told our parents that we were pregnant this weekend. It was pretty nice - everyone was excited. I was surprised at how excited Rocko was. He actually cried. It was nice.



Then the part I hate started. Charlotte was calling me "Little Momma". UGH!!! I put a stop to that. I hate that. And then Mom was wanting to be called "Granny". Double UGH! John and I both put our foot down about that one. I prefer Grandma Hudson and Grandma Nielsen. They're just going to have to live with it that way I think. I don't know.



Then they (the Mom's) were talking all about decorating the nursery, and buying things for the nursery, and stuff like that. Shut up! It's several months away! Too much, too much!!! UGH!!!!



And I was so tired.



Mom was good afterwards and said that she would try her hardest to keep out of things.



I was so angry and upset this morning. I think mostly it was because I didn't want to go to work. But some of it was having to do with being pregnant, telling the fam, etc.



I want to have children... and of course I want to share that with others... what's the point otherwise? But, I guess I just wish that I were younger and that I had more time. I'm ready... but I'm not ready. I can handle it, and everything will be fine. But, I'd much rather be able to wait a few years.



But, I'll turn 31 this Friday and John will turn 36 this fall. We need to get on with things. Plus, everyone else around us is getting on with it.



It's weird though... I want kids - but at the same time, I feel like we (I) am just fulfilling what we (I) are supposed to be doing. Like, there is something else I would much rather be doing - but this is the time to have kids, so having kids is what I am doing. I just don't know.



I guess in a way I'm mourning the loss of my freedom from having to be tied down to having kids. It's really weird.



I just can't believe how angry I was this morning. I was ready to snap someone's head off.



I think part of it was that I was feeling sort of behind at work too. And now, I'm all of a sudden "caught up" and okay again - so that's not an issue. And therefore, I feel a lot better about that too.



But, I still hate this job. I do. It's not fun, and I don't see it ever becoming fun. The people are nice and all - but no one is really clicking with me. We need to start going to church and I need to make some friends. Yea - all that and race three nights a week too. HA!



Don't take that the wrong way though - I love racing. It's just a lot of work sometimes.



I was so tired last night. After Mom and Dad left, I went home and slept from 4:30 to 7:30. Then, of course, I didn't fall asleep until midnight - but I woke up this morning awake and ready to go - aside from being angry.



Well, off to a meeting for now.

So, yesterday, I told John that we need to talk... that I can't imagine going back to work after the baby is born. He just about did back flips. Then this morning, as we're finishing up breakfast preparations, he said, "You know you're going to have to work after the kid." Then there was this long pause as neither of us said anything. Then he said, "If not, we're going to have to drastically change our lifestyle."




Not sure what to think of that other than I know that we still need to talk about it.




I'm feeling really good today. Going to go racing at Farmer City tonight.

Hello.

Today is Thursday April 18. I am six weeks and one day. Yes, I am pregnant. After two unsuccessful tries, the third time was a charm. I am very excited and nervous of course.

I all of a sudden realized that I always said I would journal during my pregnancy and realized that I wasn't. So, here I am, journalling.

I got off on a tangent today and am reading a website written by a mother about her experiences. The more I read, the more I realize that I want to say home with this baby. I want to be a SAHM. I need to work at finding something that I can do from home to make money that will allow me to stay home. In the meantime, it's a good site to read. I'm learning about attachment parenting. It sounds right to me. John and I need to talk about it. I'm feeling very emotional today.