Surprise! Your Pregnant!

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After a much needed move clear across the country, just over a year of settling into our new Albertan lifestyle, and finally finding a design related job  that I could see myself advancing in, life took a sudden and sharp, hard left.


Having a baby can be a joyous and life changing event, and that it was, but when I realized I was pregnant, I found myself in a difficult position, frustrated, angry and sad because I felt like I was being forced to choose between my career as a designer and a baby I wasn’t mentally prepared to care for. (The hormones were raging at that point!) I felt like I was taking huge leaps backwards from my personal goals of advancing my career. I cried and I cried and I cried! In my mind (at that time), being a new mom meant the end of my career. With my first two babies, I was a stay at home mom and I knew nothing different, so naturally that is where my mind automatically went.

As the weeks rolled by I began to warm up to the idea of this little life growing inside me. Hearing his heart beat and seeing his little face on the ultrasound was all I needed to fall in love, but it was gonna be a bit of a bumpy ride.

One of the things that I was hoping had changed since I was last pregnant over a decade ago was the glucose test. If you have been pregnant then you know exactly what I’m talking about. If your new to the whole pregnancy thing than be prepared to be poked a bazillion times and be made to guzzle a sugary orange soda within a few minutes time, and as much as they try to make it taste like orange Crush… it definitely doesn’t. I chugged it down took a deep breath and returned to my seat in the waiting area… oh yea, they make you wait there at the clinic for an hour so they can test your blood again after the sugar has had time to take effect. About 15 minutes in I felt like a bottle of bubbly ready to pop. I guess I forgot to mention that they make you ingest this bottle of pure sugar on an empty stomach!!! INSANE!!! They drew my blood and sent me packing with a glass of luke warm water to try and sooth my stomach.

After all that agony, I was sent back a few weeks later to do a second glucose test and this time I had to wait for 2 hours at the clinic because my sugar levels were high the first time. What did it all mean? It meant that  I was plagued with gestational diabetes. These weren’t new words for me because I was also a pregnant diabetic with my first born but I managed it through diet instead of taking insulin. Anywho, this time around, I wasn’t so lucky. I was informed by my doctor that I would need to take insulin 4 times a day to keep my sugars in check and that if I didn’t it would affect the growth and development of my precious little Grey, cause him to be oversized at birth (no thank you!!!)  and potentially cause issues for him once he was born. So now on top of being poked periodically though out this pregnancy, I now had to poke myself at least 9 times a day (5 times a day to test my sugars and 4 times a day to administer the insulin).  I also had to go on a diabetic diet which was low on sugar and for some reason which I can’t seem to remember right now, I also had to reduce my dairy intake to almost none!!  Luck for me sweets weren’t part of my pregnancy cravings!

Despite the lack of sugar cravings, and being on a diabetic diet, I still gained a fair amount of weight and as I approached the 200 lb mark I wanted to cry until I read a little known fact that the amount of weight you gain during pregnancy isn’t solely dependent on your diet but it is alsopart hereditary! So, thanks Mom and Dad!!  After finding that out, I didn’t feel so bad when I gain another 5lbs before Mr. Grey was finally born.

Luckily for me throughout my pregnancy I only experienced mild nausea but I really experienced lethargy and swollen ankles. Now as much as I wanted to be the kind of preggo that went for walks on a regular basis and kept my physical activity up, I worked 8-5 and sat a desk all day. By the time I got home it was time for dinner or the kids extra curricular activities, and with swollen feet, going for a long walk would be painful so it was out of the question!

All in all, I think I had a fairly average pregnancy, and in the end a magnificently handsome baby boy even though at the time I found out, I was NOT ready for him. 6 months after that whole dramatic ordeal, I can’t imagine my life without him.

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