Weird Science

I know I should be watching the Super Bowl right now, but I can't bring myself to care. The closest I have come to thinking about football today was reading about Jessica Simpson's amazing weight gain since dating Tony Romo. Now that's excitement!

So with that, I figured I would update everyone on the latest in my pregnancy saga. Things have gone from bad to worse. Or worse, to the most worst. But fear not! I am still being positive. More on that later.

Anyway, last Sunday night I had my worst sugar low yet. Russ and I were watching a movie when I suddenly started shaking. It took 24 oz. of juice (as opposed to the usual 4) and three hours of non-stop eating before the doctors where confident I would be fine. Then on my way home from work on Tuesday, my sugar dropped again and I almost crashed my car. Enough was enough!

Long story short, I spent most of this week having millions of tests done to figure out why I am so unbelievably sensitive to insulin. And here is the result of Chicago's finest in medical care: They don't know!

I am a case they have never seen before. When I don't take insulin, my blood sugar is way too high. When I take it, it gets better--- but then an hour or two later, it drops. They came up with the conclusion that something must be wrong with the baby- yikes! They took me off insulin completely, put me back on bed rest again, and did a million tests on the baby.

Here's the good news- results say the baby is totally fine. Better than fine! But here is the bad news- they still don't know what's up with my diabetes. So they are going to monitor me really closely, and as soon as it looks like the baby's lungs are developed they are going to induce me-- I could be having the baby in as little as three weeks!

Which brings me back to being positive. This ordeal is almost over, I can see the end of the road over the next hill. And with all the tests, I got to see the baby on all kinds of cool high-tech ultrasound machines, so I could see the stinkers sweet little face and see it moving around in there. And now I have even received a bonus by not having to wait the full 7 weeks to be done with this. Thinking about holding this baby so soon is helping me remember that I'm doing this to have a baby, not just because I'm a medical oddity and living in hell for the fun of it. So how's that for turning the frown upside down?

So next on the list- survive the next three weeks. Then its all babies and chocolate cake! Holla!