25 Weeks Pregnant, and Glucose Tolerance Test Results

Just a quickie to let you know that we had our midwife appointment today, and all is well. 

– my blood pressure was low as usual (110/60)

– my fundal length is 23cm (up from 21cm 3 weeks ago)

– Dumplin’s heart rate was within normal limits

– my CBC came back normal

– I’m up 32 pounds from my prepregnancy weight
And guess what friends?

Remember how worried I was that I might develop Gestational Diabetes because of a strong family history (my mom had it with me, all babies in my family have been 10-11lbs, including my sister)…..



Woohoo!! No Gestational Diabetes for me!
So we went out and celebrated by going for some delicious food at one of my favourite Indian restaurants, Banjara at Bloor and Christie. 

 My lovely wife  
Butter chicken:

Bhendi masala:

Lamb curry:

Pulao rice:

We are attending a wedding dinner this weekend, so I went dress shopping at Motherhood Maternity. I tried on a couple of dresses and sent these pictures to DW to help me choose one. Look at how weird my belly looks in the one on the bottom left:

No bump photo this week, but I figure that this picture above would make up for it. 

Happy Thursday friends!

24.5 Weeks: 2-Hour Glucose Tolerance Test

I went to watch DW play hockey yesterday (with a team that I also used to play with). It’s nice to see my friends/teammates, and being “door bitch”, I get to be as close to the action as possible. We were playing a notoriously rough team. A particular defence-person that I’m usually up against caused another player to break her tibia two weeks ago. There was shouting back and forth. Bodies were being checked left, right, and center. Luckily, DW is a little Tasmanian devil out there. The score stayed 2-1 (us) for the majority of the game, but we took so many unwarranted penalties and the other team had about 6 minutes of power play time. In the end, we won, and Dumplin’ got lots of belly rubs.

We got home at about 10, and we were famished. On the way home we stopped at a local Vietnamese restaurant hoping that they were still serving food, but they weren’t. So sadly, we were left to our own devices for dinner. DW made dirty mac and cheese, and I baked a frozen gluten-free pizza. We both had some dirty Natural Selections pork wieners too. By 11pm, we were fed.

Fast forward to this morning, when we both woke up from shitty sleeps. We got out of bed at 8:30 and by 9am, we were at the blood lab. I was number 34 in the wait, but luckily, I saw a sign that said “If you are doing a 1-hr or 2-hr test, please let the nurse know”. So I got to jump the line. A nurse processed me quickly, and then took my blood with a butterfly needle (used for babies). She tapped a new vein that I’ve never seen anyone tap before (score!). As an added bonus, I piggybacked my thyroid blood work and a CBC on the same prick. 

After the fasting blood work, the nurse gave me the dreaded orange drink, which I was instructed to finish within 5 minutes. I have been reading other people’s accounts of the orange drink, which range from “it was fine” to “I was hospitalized from the continuous vomiting I experienced from the orange drink”. Surprisingly, most of the comments were more like the latter. 

  Anyways, I drank it. A 75g bottle. And it was fine. It tasted like melted orange Freezies, and burned a bit as it went down. It left a gross feeling in my mouth, which made me want to wash it down with some water, but I wasn’t allowed. So I sat, and waited. Hopped on Instagram. Looked at some dog grooming ideas with DW (Juno is gonna get a “swimmers cut” soon.

 DW dropped me off in the morning, and then went to grab herself some breakfast at Starbucks. She returned and has been sitting with me while I wait.

1 hour post orange drink blood work went fine. The nurse tapped the same vein as she did for the fasting, but just a bit proximal (up my arm). Butterfly needle again. Blood flow was good. Done. Back to my seat to wait. Blog a bit. Daydream about drinking water.

2 hours post orange drink, I had my third blood draw, joked a bit with the nurses (who were very kind and gentle  with me), and then promptly took a nice long drink of water. When we got to the car, I then started in on my pizza. Mmmmmmmm….. Yum! 

Overall, not such a bad experience. I think that having my wife with me, and having such kind nurses made the whole experience as good as it could be.

Happy Monday everyone!

24 Weeks Pregnant

Just a quickie post today because we are currently driving to the cottage right now. 

First, here is a new bump photo:

Even though my side profile doesn’t seem much bigger than it was last week, I think my belly has had a growth spurt this week. According to Babycenter, my uterus is the size of a soccer ball, and Dumplin’ is 1 and a third pounds and about 1 foot long. 


I haven’t weighed myself lately, but at my last midwife appointment, I had already hit a 30lb weight gain. I feel like I gained a disproportionately high amount this week for some reason. My appetite has also increased, and I think that might have something to do with it. Growth spurt all around perhaps?

This week, I’ve started to notice some additional discomfort. My hands and feet have bee swelling thanks to the hot weather and my keeping busy all day and being on my feet. My feet feel like the bones are walking on pavement, and not being cushioned enough by my soft tissue or shoes. By about late afternoon I feel like my feet are lead weights, and I just want to soak them in a cold bath. Today was particularly bad, as we did a lot of moving of boxes and running around, so I soaked in an Epsom salt bath and massaged my feet with some Antiflamme cream (arnica and peppermint). My pelvis feels loose and heavy too. Despite all of the strengthening that I’m doing at the gym, I’m starting to have problems getting up from deep seats/chairs like the bucket seat in one of our cars. I feel like all of my ligaments are super loose right now, which sucks because I already have super lax ligaments normally.

Sleep has been better this week, but I keep finding myself sleeping on my back, which is by far the most comfortable position for me. I get a little freaked out about it, and often roll on to my right side, which is more comfortable than my left side because of my mild (15 degree double curved) scoliosis. Last night I whipped out the Snoogle again, but I’m still not loving it yet. It takes up half of our queen-sized bed, and makes me so hot that I can’t handle blankets on me. 

In other news, we finally moved everything out of what used to be our office, and is now Dumplin’s room. DW then puttied and sanded any holes in the walls, and painted the ceiling. Together we primed and painted the walls, and just have the closet to paint and convert into a changing nook. We plan to convert it into something like this:

  Or this: 

 DW is super handy, and so we are leaning toward the first design so that there’s a hidden space for a Diaper Genie and a cloth diaper pail. 

Also, we received a wonderful gift in the mail today from a friend of mine in Germany:  

 She sent Dumplin’ a super comfy pair of sheeps wool booties, a kangaroo fleece (for me or DW and Dumplin’), both of which will be super nice for our cold winters and handy for dog walks. She also gave us some lovely Weleda bottom cream, and a beautiful woven Didymos wrap that is super special because it carried her nephews and nieces and her own adorable baby. We are so touched by her thoughtful and unique gifts! Thank you Friederike. 
Overall, it’s been a busy but productive week. Some aches and pains have begun, but I’m still making it to the gym and am moving lots of boxes without issue. Early next week I go in for my glucose tolerance test- the 3 hour fasting version- yuck! Wish me luck, and I’d love some tips for how to survive the nasty sugary experience. Lots of ladies in my due date club complained about how awful they felt for the rest of the day. I’m hoping to avoid that. Any advice is greatly appreciated! Merci beaucoup!