Laughter

We've been watching the clips of Ben that I've put up on youtube today. It's provided a lot of fun, and a lot of laughter! This is Ben laughing at him and his grandad playing the drums on the ladder up into the attic. It was one of the first clips I posted. He's giggled and laughed and wanted to do everything he's seen all over again - and it culminated in us having to go upstairs to clear a bed so that he could do rolypolys on it! He's not done rolypolys for a while, but this afternoon it took just one assisted roll for him to get the idea and he was off. We've had a proper giggly half hour, with him doing rolypolys and me tickling him every time he asked for help ;0)

We've not got dressed today. That's awful isn't it! But there's been no need really. And we needed a day off. Got some people coming round later to give the freshly plastered walls a coat of watered down white paint, so I at least will need to get dressed for them! And tidy up a bit I suppose, so that the freshly plastered walls are actually accessible...



Yesterday, after I blipped, the day just plummeted. I needed to go to bed for a nap really desperately and Ben wouldn't let me - he was ultra-clingy, and not tired or sleepy at all. We had battles. There were tears. Mine as well. Eventually things improved slightly when I managed to make us some dinner which he declared was very tasty, but nosedived again afterwards. Thankfully by the time it came for his actual bedtime, when he was actually tired and ready for bed, he went to bed in a better mood and we were at least not in a bad mood with each other.

After he'd gone to bed I was reminded that I'd said we were going to set up a Child Trust Fund for him for his birthday which is next Sunday. So after a bit of investigating I discovered that you can't set one up until you've got some kind of voucher from the Government, which you only get once you've started claiming Child Benefit. And as we only got our (very welcome!) letter through on Saturday saying how much we would be getting (I only managed to finally get the form filled out and sent off over the summer!) the voucher has not arrived yet. So grandparents and aunts and uncles are going to have to wait to pay anything into it.... we requested that for Ben's birthday this year that they pay into the Fund rather than buy him stuff, because the house is still all over the place and we barely have room for all his current stuff let alone have to find spaces for more things.



Didn't get to speak to hubby again last night though. We chatted a while in the afternoon before he went to bed, and he got to see Ben because I got Skype open on the laptop. Ben showed him all sorts of things - our afternoon chats really are for Ben's benefit rather than mine!! But it felt like a bit of a comms blackout since then, at least until midday here. Hadn't heard a peep! I thought they were actually going to start work tuning the speakers today but it turns out the building still isn't finished - and the grand opening is being postponed from tomorrow to Saturday. So Steve won't be around for the opening as he comes home on Thursday and there's no way I'm letting him stay out there any longer.

Hopefully I'll get to chat with him soon - it's gone half-past midnight where he is, and I'm still waiting for him to tell me he's back at the hotel so I can Skype him!



Had to phone the diabetes nurses again today to give them an update - on Friday when I spoke to them they suggested doing blood sugar readings two hours after meals (like as what normal type 1 diabetics do) as well as one hour after (guidelines request one hour after eating for pregnant diabetics' blood glucose levels to be within acceptable limits) so they can get a better picture of what's happening, so I've been trying to get some readings for them.

They've looked at the readings I've given them, told me to LOWER my background insulin dose, and basically not eat as much. I really don't see the logic. Except to starve myself so that baby stops growing so fast. Which I think is nuts.

I've been battling this "don't eat so much" logic for the past six months. "Don't eat so much. Eat carrot sticks. Have protein instead of carbohydrate. Stop grazing between meals." I'm hovering at 9 stone I think. I know for certain that I've lost weight during the pregnancy and I wasn't exactly overweight to begin with. I'm hovering at the lower end of the "acceptable" range without quite going into the "underweight" category, and that's with a growing bean inside me. I'm getting a little fed up of being told to eat carrot sticks to be honest. And if I don't graze between meals I get very sick. I'm doing my best - I've stopped eating carbs between meals - but my best just isn't good enough. Still. It's getting very frustrating. The sooner this baby comes out (preferably by himself thankyou very much) the better. Maybe the nurses will stop stressing me out once he's born!


Not sure what to do now. Sort of in limbo waiting for Steve to phone...... Now it's nearly 1am and he's still not back at his hotel....