Well, we had a great weekend celebrating Father's Day with Conrad. Isabelle and I made him homemade cinnamon rolls and eggs and let him sleep in a bit. When we got into the bedroom for "breakfast in bed" he was already up and brushing his teeth. Isabelle went into the bathroom, took him by the hand, with a commanding, "Come, Dadda." and led him back to bed, where he (and mostly she) enjoyed his breakfast treats.
By Monday, mid morning at work, I had thrown up all over myself and rushed out of the office, thinking it was my normal morning sickness routine, I would run home and change and come back to work. By the time I got home I was shaking and had chills and STILL throwing up violently. So I went to bed.
Come to find out, Conrad has pretty much the same symptoms. We were both down for the count for two days with what we assume was either food poisoning or the stomach flu. While, Isabelle was amazingly calm in the face of our sickness. Usually, me being sick means she can get mighty needy.
Anyway, Monday afternoon, I also got a call from my doctor's nurse saying that my blood glucose test came back so high that there was no need for a second test, I was automatically put in the gestational diabetese category. Of course, this freaked me out, especially being as irrational as one can be while sick!
So tommorrow I have a class on how to eat and how to test my blood sugar levels. I have just been feeling SOO much better with this pregnancy than with the last, I couldn't believe this complication. On the other hand, this does explain the never ending fatigue.
We know God is still in control. But I am still a bit worried about the baby, and that's saying a lot, as I'm really not much of a worrier. So keep us..and our little one in your prayers if you think of it.