No reason to send out a search party... all is well here.

A long... long... busy day.

Grant was up at 6;15 this morning – but he slept through the night without his pacifier, so I'll take that.

Had to get up early anyway to get to an OB appointment.

Baby is fine... his heartbeat was 153.

My next appointment isn't for another 4 weeks! AND... it's an ultrasound appointment. They want to keep a close eye on the baby's size because of GD babies being bigger. I really love ultrasounds, but the measurements aren't exact and I don't want them to decide based on inexact measurements that I can't have a VBAC. Anyway, we'll get to see the little guy again in a month.

After the OB – off to Target for some groceries... then home.

Apparently, Grant won't nap without a pacifier. After battling him in his room for more than an hour I figured it was okay for him to not nap today. I did something for the first time ever... I put him downstairs to play while I cleaned the upstairs. It had to be done... my sister-in-law is coming tomorrow and she needs sheets on her bed and a clean bathroom to use.

It worked out just fine.

We played hard this afternoon.

Tonight, I put him down early. He cried and cried. He kissed his picture of dad. I told him I was going downstairs to vacuum... and he went to sleep. Just like that. No pacifier needed. Hooray!

I have some computer things to do tonight while I indulge in crap TV.

OH – AND – huge blood sugar break through. My fasting sugar was 64 this morning!!!! WOO HOO! Right on target!!!!!! (actually, a touch low. Think I'll go back to 22 to see how it goes tomorrow).

Charlotte is getting, for lack of a better word, douched with rain tonight. They said we might get as much as four inches overnight. I just hope it doesn't storm... Grant is terrified of thunder.

Thank you to all of my wonderful friends who checked on me today. (And my mom called early this morning... I didn't know she read my blog regularly... so thanks mom!) Sometimes I feel like an island out here – and my closest local friends are out of town this weekend (otherwise I wouldn't have felt so alone). All seems to be well here... pregnant lady exhausted from two sold days of chasing a high-energy toddler while getting kicked from the inside. Next week I'm gonna need some serious downtime!

Okay... let's get the Julianna paranoia overwith.

Drew is in Colorado fishing with his brother.

I am terrified of something happening to me and Grant being stuck here alone and scared.

If I don't blog again tomorrow night (by midnight) PLEASE try to get in touch with me via phone. If you can't reach me.. send help. (My sister-in-law will be here Friday through Sunday and Drew comes home Monday so it's just a short window of paranoia here).

Yes, I realize I'm paranoid, but I just don't want Grant to be alone and scared and hungry and me be unable to help him.

In huge Grant news... he's sleeping tonight without his pacifier. I cut the tip off... when he saw that his pacifier was broken, he got a big frowny face and cried a bit. Then he asked for another one. I told him they were all broken. We cuddled. We did “rock and rock” (he sits in my lap, I sway and say “rock and rock... rock and rock”). We read stories. I told him I needed to go do the dishes and that I'd come check on him in a bit. He called out “MOMMY” about 1000 times. (Drew & I call that 'pinging”) Finally, after an hour and a half, he's soundly asleep. No pacifier. Breaking Grant's pacifier habit is one of my birthday gifts to Drew. We've both dreaded it, but it needs to be done. So here we are. I'm hoping that by the time Drew comes back the boppie (as we call the pacifier) will be a non-issue.

On the gestational diabetes front... last night was a rough night. Drew was up late working. I was up late because he was leaving and I was sad. I woke up at two (when Drew came to bed for the final time) and was starving. I ate a South Beach bar (because I've been told repeatedly that hunger isn't good, eat something if my stomach is growling, etc). 6AM.. the alarm goes off... because we have to get to the airport right in the heart of rush hour. My blood sugar was totally high (which I found out later was because it wasn't a fasting sugar, so it was normal, just not fasting). And, of course, I puked.

SO – in even more exciting news – Drew's birthday gift to me arrived today. AN IPHONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yep, that's right, I'm part of the people who bought in to apple's Iphone bait. It's the coolest thing I've ever owned. I fiddled with it all afternoon. Mostly I've been setting up my calendar and to-do lists... which is honestly why I wanted it. I feel like I have so much going on... I've wanted something digital to keep track of it instead of my big, bulky calendar. Doesn't hurt that I get all sorts of fun stuff with it. I can't believe that Drew got me that for my birthday! He's so anti-cell phone (he calls them electronic leashes) but he got me one! (hm, does he have me on an electronic leash?)

While Drew's gone I'm free to watch “girl TV.” Tonight it's included “I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here” which was really dumb. Now I'm watching “Hitched or Ditched” and it's amusing.... how wrong is it that I want to see someone get ditched?

So, I'm off to sleep in my paranoia land... sometimes I have to regress into old-anxiety Julianna... just to keep it real.

I'll admit up front, I haven't taken pictures of the house.

But it's put back together.

And I have to say, I'm thrilled with it.

It seems so much more functional somehow... not that it wasn't functioning before, but this seems to work a bit better.

My fasting sugar was high again this morning, so I've upped my slow insulin to 20.

I have to tell you about the dinner I made.

Our produce co-op basket included cilantro and roma tomatoes and fresh garlic. As soon as I saw it I knew I'd have to make fresh salsa. I really dislike cilantro – it's usually very hard on my stomach, but I'm trying really hard to use everything we get in these baskets. SO, tonight, I made beef enchiladas with homemade salsa and homemade guacamole. I'm not going to lie. It was delicious. It was SO delicious. And these enchiladas are apparently a Julianna-gestational diabetes super food. I had two enchiladas (with beef and covered in cheese) and some chips and salsa. One hour after dinner my blood sugar was 104. WOW. Seriously. Super food.

Grant invented the cutest game today. He'd say “going to work” and leave the room with his dump truck. About 10 seconds later he'd come back in and say “I'm home!” and run over for a hug and kiss. I'd say “Oh, I'm so glad you're home! I've missed you all day!” Then he'd say, “I'm going to work” and off he'd go again. Priceless.

Tomorrow – another IKEA run for drawer dividers (for the new dresser) and then I tackle the laundry demon that haunts our closets. If you don't hear from me again by the end of the week... send help.

So officially... EVERY room in the house is different today.

EVERY.ROOM.IN.THE.HOUSE

Today we moved into our new dresser... our old dresser went to Grant's room. The new, smaller dresser is in the guest room. It's crazy... and everything looks so different, but in a good way. I'm proud to say that everything is put back together... tomorrow I just need to focus on finding homes for books in our living room shelves.. and moving stuff down from my office into my hidden computer desk.

I will also take pictures so you can see what I'm talking about.

My blood sugar this morning tested REALLY high... like 120something. I also puked this morning for the first time in several days. I wonder if the two are related? Anyway, upped my insulin to 18 tonight.. hopefully this morning was just a fluke and tomorrow I'll have a nice number between 70 and 80.