(not so much) fun with gestational diabetes…

So it turns out I have gestational diabetes.  I was surprised when I “failed” my first one hour glucose test, but I heard that it was very common to “fail” the first one and do fine on the second one. Friends asked me a lot of questions like “Did you have coffee that morning? Eat a lot of sugar in the days before?” Yes and yes, there seemed to be a ton of anecdotal explanations as to my high glucose count.

So I ate carefully the days before my three-hour glucose test; even though I was really craving a Mexican coke and the blueberry poppy-seed cake from The Village bakery. I fasted for the recommended 12 hours before I went to the lab.  If you have never been subjected to a three-hour glucose test… it doesn’t really sound that bad, but trust me it’s not fun.

After fasting for 12 hours I went to a lab where they drew my blood, no big deal.  Then they gave me a bottle of fruit punch flavored “drink” and five minutes to chug it.  The drink taste more like a syrup concentrate that you would use to make fruit punch, but again, no big deal.  Then they draw your blood every hour… for three hours. The lady next to me at the lab told me that she failed her first test too and that she walked around a lot during her three-hour and passed, so I decided to try that.  Here’s where I knew something was wrong; about halfway out the door of the lab I started to get dizzy. By the time I was outside, I was unable to walk around the block.  I had to stop and crouch down, then lay down on a bench for a minute before I was able to make it back to the lab.  One hour after you finish the drink, they draw your blood again… I told the lab nurse how I was feeling when she made the draw. “That’s not good,” she said, “have you been eating a lot of sugar?”

The next hour was even more painful. I wanted to throw up but the nurse warned me that I may have to do the test again if that happened so I held it in and went back to lay down on the bench.  Normally, sleeping on park benches like a transient isn’t really on my list of acceptable behavior but I was too dizzy to sit up; but you gotta do what you gotta do… After the next blood draw the lab nurses had me lay down on a cot. Luckily, I fell asleep so the next hour went quickly.

Over the next few days my friends reassured me that I had nothing to worry about… my weight gain has been minimal in this pregnancy and I didn’t have gestational diabetes with Leo. But they were wrong, and I was wrong.

It turns out that how much you exercise, sugar you eat, and weight you gain really have nothing to do with it.  You can’t “cheat” the test by eating healthy the week before or going for a walk after you drink your glucose fruit punch.  In my case, gestational diabetes is caused by the genetic make-up of my placenta.  The good news is that I have a mild case, and there is something I can do about it;  I can control it with diet and exercise. So even though I was diagnosed well over a month ago I am still learning how to manage my glucose levels, and figure out what I can and can’t eat.  A few bites of cheesecake after a low-carb meal seems to be OK while a handful of trail mix can send my glucose readings into a frenzy… When I was pregnant with Leo, I was a total glutton; eating giant sandwiches for lunch every day and chocolate malts every night. Now I have to limit things that I would normally consider healthy like whole wheat toast and strawberries.

With this baby, I know I need to be more careful.  Especially since I am attempting a VBAC (more on that later), size really does matter. So I work out almost every day, I watch what I eat and I prick my finger and wait with trepidation at each reading of my glucose meter and hope that I am making good decisions for my baby.

(written while Leo naps)




sorry, but your kid’s an a**hole

So, a few of my friends shared (pun somewhat intended) this article on Facebook over the past month. I read it, thought it was silly and moved on with my life… that is until I was at the park with Leo a few weeks ago.  There was a mom with two kids, a baby and a toddler, with about 20 toys littering in the sand in front of her; her baby was scooping sand and her toddler was nowhere to be seen.  Leo approached their little area and started going for a plastic shovel. The mom quickly grabbed it and said, “Sorry, we don’t share our toys.”

What the ??? Is not sharing actually becoming a thing?  Is this really the philosophy that is going to guide our next generation?

I am all for the idea of “turn taking” instead of sharing, I think that “sharing,” as a concept, is a really difficult idea for a toddler to grasp.  Especially since kids are mostly involved in solo or parallel play until they are about two and a half or even three, the idea of using an object cooperatively is mind boggling. But eventually, your kid should give someone else a turn; not because you make him, or because he gets bored with the toy, but because he wants to give the other kid a turn to play.  This is how we teach our children to understand each other and learn empathy.  I am proud of Leo when he hands over a toy to an upset friend that wants it. It’s him saying in his own little way “I care about your happiness.”

And to the author’s point that we, meaning adults, don’t just take things that we want just because we want them; that’s exactly what you’re teaching your child! By letting him sit in that car that other kid wants and completely ignoring how the other child feels, you are teaching your kid to be a jerk.

So if you want your kid to be the guy that takes the parking spot when someone has been patiently waiting with their blinker, the guy who grabs the last shrimp at the buffet when he’s already had thirty, or the guy who sits comfortably on the subway and doesn’t offer his seat to a little old lady…keep doing what you’re doing.  I would like my son to be better than that guy, so I will teach him to share.


My sweet boy who shares, most of the time….

two months to go… a few things you missed…

It’s been forever since I have done a post… This pregnancy has really taken a lot out of me. After the wave of first trimester nausea, I had a few good weeks…which were quickly followed by a few terrible weeks of what seemed like never ending cold, flu and strep throat thanks to Mr. Leo and his preschool buddies. Now that I am into my third trimester, I am starting to feel a bit better- though I still need the occasional afternoon nap if I can get one.  While I have been busy taking care of myself (and not blogging), here are a few things that you missed…


We took Leo to Disneyland for the first time… because you know, the best way to prepare Leo for the arrival of his baby sister is to spoil him rotten. Just kidding, kind of… but we had a lot of fun and Leo did really well waiting in insanely long lines.  This was almost four months ago and he is still talking about Pirates of the Caribbean and how he met Goofy.


Lenny and I took a babymoon!  Or would it be called a second babymoon? Who cares!  Thank god for grandparents, we were able to get away for four nights and stay at the fabulous Esperanza Resort in Cabo San Lucas.  We really missed Leo but it was great to relax for a few days.  Days were filled with naps, massages and snacks and nights were filled with uninterrupted sleep!  I cannot say enough good things about the resort- attention was paid to every detail from the overall design, the food, the spa…even the bath products were amazing.

Stay tuned over the next few weeks… there is a lot more to catch up on.

xo, Lisa

(written at a cafe while Leo is with a babysitter)