It's Not As Bad As It Sounded Earlier

M got this e-mail from her GD counselor since I last posted a couple hours ago...

...I understand how worried you are about elevations, but your values are far from giving me concern. They are easily reducible to normal levels.

M feels a lot better now, and so do I.

Pregnancy Update - Now With More Insulin!

So, you all remember how M went 4-for-4 with keeping her blood sugar numbers within range one day last week? That was the only day it's been like that. They haven't been outrageously off, by and large, but there is some concern with her fasting levels and post-dinner levels, so now she has to shoot insulin a third time each day (before dinner) and her nighttime shooting amount has been increased. This is on top of the morning increase she had last week. Isn't that just lovely.

It's all for the best, though. That's what we keep telling ourselves. In a couple of months, all this insulin stuff will be a distant memory, and all we'll have to worry about then is our lack of sleep due to Little Miss Hungry Every Few Hours!

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On a lighter note, I was reading today's Dinosaur Comics wherein T-Rex noted that only men, as opposed to men and women, have been to the moon. He made a reference to there having only been 13 people on the moon ever, which got my attention, since, being a bit of a NASA nerd, I knew that there have actually only been 12. I looked for an explanation, as I was sure the author was making a joke. Nothing else in the dialogue made a reference to it, however. Neither did the ALT tag for the comic. (Did you all know you can do that? Right-click on the comic, and select Properties. At the bottom of the window that pops up, you'll see a title that makes a comment about the comic). I looked at the feed over there in the right column of this here blog, but that gave me nothing. So I finally clicked on the Comments link on the Dinosaur Comics page, thinking that there would be a discussion board. Instead, I got an e-mail window to send a comment to the author. I was about to close that when I noticed that the Subject line had been auto-filled with...

you may be wondering who the thirteenth person on the moon is. it's t-rex! he left his wallet there once. it was by ACCIDENT.

And thus, the mystery was solved, and I had a good chuckle.

The Squirrels Might Have Eaten The Insulation, But There's Still Plenty of Insulin!

The Gestational Diabetes saga went another step further last week when M was put on insulin. My poor Sweetie now has to inject herself in the midriff twice a day. This was the point we were hoping not to reach, but reach it we have. The blood sugar numbers are still straying outside the acceptable limit occasionally, but I don't think any of her recent readings have been as off the wall as they were getting earlier.

Update, posted a few minutes after original post: M just e-mailed me this good news...

Good news. For the first time since all this started, so far all my levels
have been where they should be. They're on the high end, but still within
the range. I'm very pleased.

And now, back to original post content.

Baby 2K7 got sonogrammed again last week. She's pretty high in the weight percentile, though not distressingly so, and about average in length. Screenshots were taken, and here is the best one.



Not really what I was hoping for in a sonogram picture, but it'll do! You can totally see her little baby hand!

The Cursed Overpass

There is a road that passes over I-70 at about the halfway point between home and work. It is my opinion that this overpass is cursed, though I'll concede that three incidents out of 1200 or so round-trips does not make for a consistent curse. In the Summer of '02, a chemical truck hit another 18-wheeler and caused the unlucky souls behind them, including me, my co-worker and my co-worker's daughter, to sit in our cars for two and a half hours until the mess could be cleaned up (including getting a hearse for one of the truck drivers.) Then, in the early Summer of '05, an unexpected backup was encountered as I crested the hill below the very same overpass. I was able to stop without a problem, but the young, and inattentive, man driving behind me was not so lucky. His car became like a car-accordian hybrid (the driver himself was fine, as was I), while my car, seemingly undamaged at first glance, required about $3,000 worth of frame repair.

What happened last Thursday evening wasn't quite as bad as those other two times, though I imagine that, if things had gone differently, it could have been the worst.

I had already known something wasn't entirely right with my head the night before. Sitting on the side of the bed, I had leaned over to put my glasses on the nightstand, and, as I swung around to get fully into bed, my balance had gone kablooie for a second. So I had a recent bout of vertigo under my belt, and that's probably what kept me from doing something stupid Thursday afternoon.

I was driving home from work and had been on the road for about a half hour (and within sight of the Cursed Overpass) when the world flipped out from underneath me. My first assumption was that, for some reason, the rear passenger side of my car had suddenly and violently gone airborne. Was it ice? A bump in the road? A mechanical failure? A landmine? It took me less than a second to realize that my head had gone momentarily screwy again. Armed with this knowledge, I suppressed the instinctual attempt to right my wayward car, being as the car was, in fact, just fine. Had I tried to right my car, might I have swerved into another, occupied, lane? I'm happy to say that I don't know.

My loss of equilibrium lasted about a second or two, and then the world returned to its usual upright position, albeit not nearly as quickly as it had flipped out of whack. I moved over to the slow lane, in case it happened again, and stopped at a nearby park-and-ride that I had discovered when I needed to make a stop after my aforementioned rear-ender in '05. I called M to let her know what happened and where I was, in case I found myself unable to proceed home. As it was, after talking to her for a while and pacing around in the cold air, I was able to proceed home, though cautiously, and the world stayed upright for the remainder of the evening. In fact, it has pretty much remained so since then.

Though I felt mostly fine, aside from the anxiety making my chest a bit tight, M urged me to go see my doctor, so I went and saw him on Friday. After checking my hearing, my eyesight, my pulse, my blood pressure, and my EKG reading (to the best of my memory, it was my very first EKG!), the doctor concluded that everything seemed to be just fine with me. He thought I might have a virus in my inner ear, though not bad enough to affect my hearing, but he didn't prescribe me anything for it. I went home, got a good night's sleep each night this weekend, and everything seems to be just fine now.

But I'm still a little freaked out.

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In better health news, I had a dentist appointment last Wednesday, at which my dentist declared me "dentally boring".