Week Seven Update

So yeah. One of my work deadline weeks just passed, so I haven't been able to update the blog in a week. And because of the holiday last Monday, my deadline week continues to this Monday.

No rest for the weary.

But working 12-hour days has honestly made me not stress too much about the pregnancy or the diabetes. Oh sure, I'm still testing a zillion times a day. But I've actually had a few nights where I went to bed at say, 75, and actually woke up hours later around 75. Pre-pregnancy, I would have considered that an excuse to eat. But with this pregnancy thing going, 75 is actually right where you want to be.

I've also had plenty of lows, mind you, and some overnight basal tweaking is helping to keep those at bay. Oddly, pre-preg I was usually high overnight, but in the past week, I've had super lows. I heard, years ago, that pregnancy can cause you to go low because of hormonal changes. I don't understand how that works, exactly, or if the advent of pregnant pumping can help you avoid more of that (the T1 woman who'd told me about it was pregnant back in the late '80s and wasn't a pumper).

But I still wonder if this pregnancy is really happening. I mean, there's been no morning sickness, no nausea, no real fatigue, no serious boob pain (except for oddly sensitive nipples, but it's also getting cooler out here. Couldn't the weather be causing this headlight action?) Nothing's smelling too weird, and sure, I feel bloated all the time, but I'm also taking a ton more insulin because I want to keep my numbers low all the time, so the extra weight from that is certainly making itself known.

(I'm already dreaming of the hard core workouts I want to do post-pregnancy.)

We have another ultrasound scheduled for this week. I hope things go well.

I've read how people say they want to enjoy their pregnancies. I'm not sure what else I can be doing. I don't feel all that different. We're not telling anyone publicly until the first trimester is over. Mr. Lyrehca has this super-Jewish baby book (don't ask) and I dislike most of the names in it. (And who's got time to look for a new baby book when you work long hours?) He, on the other hand, really likes the name "Hod."

"Our child will not be named Hod," I declared.

"Well, if we have a girl, we can name her Hodina."

Hod means something like "splendor," or "tribe of Asher," according to the book. Hodina isn't listed.

"Our child will be made fun of incessantly if his name is Hod," I said. "They'll call him Odd Hod. Or Hog."

So the picking baby names thing isn't so joyful.

How else do people "enjoy their pregnancies," particularly when it's early and they're still hoping everything is OK and no one knows? I'd love to hear suggestions.

I've also gone to some of those pregnancy bulletin boards for people who are expecting the same month I am. Half of them complain about how bad they feel. Others talk about how this is their second pregnancy and they're 23 and they've been with the father for six years. One board talked about whether it was "really all that bad" to eat cold lunch meat. "I ate deli sandwiches throughout my three pregnancies and none of my kids had three heads," one poster wrote. "My doctor never said anything about not eating deli," wrote another.

I mean, am I on another planet? Who are these people? And no one's mentioned that they had infertility treatment. And don't get me started on the token "diabetes and pregnancy" board. Just about all of them are gestationals or type 2s. "Tell me how bad it is to go on insulin," one poster asked.

Oy.