The results of my 3-hour glucose tolerance came back, and I do NOT have gestational diabetes! Hurrah! That’s one less thing to worry about.

I told Brian of course I don’t— my body is a sugar processing MACHINE. Their stupid little 100 grams of sugar in the glucose drink didn’t even phase me— a normal person would be bouncing off the walls and/or about to puke after drinking all that sugar, but I just went out to the car and took a nap. Bwah!

It’s a damn good thing I don’t, because I never would have given up chocolate! They would have had to give me insulin shots. Snicker.

On the flip side, my blood pressure still hasn’t gone down at all, so that’s a bummer! The doctor at Midwest Perinatal (where I get my ultrasounds) is going to override my OB and wants me to ditch the Aldomet and start taking 600 mg of Labetalol (as opposed to the 400 I’m on now. He said we could go up to 1200 mg if we need to— eeeeeek!)

I told him I have no problems with that, considering I don’t trust my OB, anyway. So I’ll start that tonight and see how THAT goes. I have to start seeing HIM every two weeks now, too, to make sure baby is okay while they experiment with my meds.

Any time your blood pressure is high during pregnancy, they worry about compromised oxygen and blood flow to the placenta, resulting in a small, underweight baby, but Jack is thriving in there! He’s in the 57th percentile and is about 3 pounds, 5 ounces! He’s extremely active… moving around and kicking, and we even saw him chewing on something (hell knows what!) He’s also practicing breathing movements already, which means he’s ahead of the curve on that one, too. Maybe he knows he’s coming early?

Here’s the latest sweet little ultrasound photo of Jack! It looks like his face is bathed in moonlight, doesn’t it? His head is on the right, in side profile, and that little circle is him getting ready to stick his hand up to his face.

Jack's silhouette

He’s just so precious. Can’t wait until the 22nd when I get to have the 4-D done!