Thanks to pregnancy-bladder, I wake up any time between 3am and 7am needing to pee. This morning I woke up at 4:45am. I was walking into the bathroom when the window behind me lit up from the outside. I turned around and peeked through the blinds. Nothing was in sight, I hadn’t heard anything, like the gate or small door to the garage being opened, but the motion-activated security lights above the garage were shining. As I stood and waited, they went off again, and I could see that the interior garage light was on. I was still trying to process all of this when the security lights turned on again. And again, I saw nothing that could have triggered them. At that point, I simply had to visit the bathroom.

Afterward, I went to the window by the back door and peeked through those blinds. The light had gone off and on again. Still no motion visible outside and the interior garage light was still on as well. Honestly I couldn’t remember if we’d just left it on, because half the time the wiring in there wigs out and the light won’t come on anyway.

I finally got too spooked and woke Dale. I told him what I’d been seeing. We peeked through the back window again. While we watched the light went off then on. I told Dale that was the fourth time I’d seen it happen since I woke up, just 5 or so minutes ago. The next time the light went off, it didn’t turn on again. We suspect the wiring was just wigging out for a bit, which happens frequently in this 30 year old house. (Take our chandelier, for example, which only lights up six out of two dozen lights at any given time, though all the bulbs work. Or the fact that even compact fluorescents only have a lifespan of mere months in some of our lamps.)

I was still pretty spooked, but I was also really damn tired, so we went back to bed. As far as I know, the light didn’t turn on again, and it was off when we got up this morning.

I really don’t like this house.

I woke up sick and miserable on Saturday, so that was pretty much an inactive non-day for me. Sunday I felt better in the morning, but I had to make up for not getting much done lately for being sick in general. (There’s been lots of coughing and snot in the family the past week.)

I had some miniature box bag orders I really needed to finish. Illness and other issues seemed to keep cropping up that kept me from working on them, including literally sanding the tip of my finger until it bled while working on them one day. (I didn’t even feel it. I just saw funny streaks on the sandpaper and wondered where they came from. THEN I saw my finger, and of course, then it hurt.) I finished those up late last night, and I’m really pleased with the end results. They still need to be photographed, but once those pictures are online, I’ll be set to invoice the customers and send them on their ways.

I did take a break from working on the bags to play some Team Fortress 2. I haven’t played regularly in months due to burn out and morning sickness, and I’ve really been missing the game. Well, I didn’t actually play any rounds yesterday. Some folks from my preferred server were messing around working on getting the medic achievements so that’s what we did. It was chaotic and funny at times, but I’m looking forward to playing real matches again.

Dale also talked me into seeing Iron Man at the Alamo Drafthouse, our favorite cinema (chain). I had to alter my usual order (thanks to the gestational diabetes) so no fries for me. I did get the potato skins and shared them with Dale, plus a house salad, then I realized three skins wasn’t going to meet my carb requirement so I made it up with a slice of pecan pie, hah. I ended up missing about 10 plot-turning minutes when I had to check my blood sugar an hour later but Dale quickly and quietly got me caught up. Iron Man is hands down the best movie I’ve seen in a while. I had been so-so about going to see it, figuring we would some time, and at first I said no when Dale asked. I’m so glad that we went. I’d happily see the movie in a theater again, and I am looking forward to the DVD release loaded with extras.

The nice topper to my evening was feeling the baby move for the first time. I’m pretty sure I felt some movement during the movie, and I’m positive I felt it a few times after we got home. That was one of my favorite parts of being pregnant with Olivia, actually getting to feel her move. Feeling movement sure beats morning sickness as a way for baby to say, “hey, I’m still here! Don’t forget about me!”

Overall, I had a very good day, something I haven’t gotten to say much lately.

We got home this evening and found out our home phone doesn’t work. Four phones, no dial tone. I used Dale’s mobile to call ATT. First time through the voice recognition, the system decided I wanted tech support for our internet connection, so it routed me to that department. I hung up and called the main line again. This time I made it through to phone tech support. OMG, who writes these scripts?

What is the number that is having technical problems?
**enter home number**
Is there a dial tone?
**no**
Is the number with the problem the one you’re calling from?
**Wtf? Are you serious? I just said there’s no dial tone!**

I managed to get through the call without speaking to a live person or destroying Dale’s mobile and was told they’d have our line fixed tomorrow “between 8 AM and 7 PM.” Well, thank goodness we don’t have important phone business scheduled for tomorrow.

I guess it could be worse. Our internet connection could be down. *horrors*

I had an appointment at Diabetes America yesterday morning. Livi and I got there a little early to start filling out the inevitable paperwork, and when I was on the last page, the receptionist said, “you HAVE been here before!” I wasn’t sure, but it turned out it was this same place I visited right before and right after Olivia’s birth, but at a location about 45 minutes from here.

I started out with the usual vitals, plus the extra fancy finger prick test. While the nurse was checking my blood pressure, Olivia boggled her by saying, “is she the phlebotomist?” Blood pressure was good, urine was fine (which I was later told was a little unusual, I don’t know why), and my blood sugar level was 118, so-so for having eaten yoghurt 1 1/2 hours ago. The extra fancy blood machine is able to calculate your average blood sugar level for the previous three months and mine was apparently at the high end of non-diabetic. Later the nurse practitioner explained that this means the gestational diabetes is a recent development instead of me being a low-grade diabetic for some time. Good news for me.

The nurse practioner listened to my lungs and checked my eyes and told me I should have a dental check up soon. Apparently plaque build up on teeth has been linked to elevated blood sugars. I am a couple of years overdue for a dentist visit. The N.P. also palpated my uterus and told me I’m measuring a bit high. For being just over 15 weeks, my uterus should be about halfway between the top of my pelvis and my navel. Mine is currently closer to my navel.

After all the tests and exams, I met with the dietician. She showed me how to use my new glucose monitor. I’d brought in my old one but they gave me a new one anyway. At least it’s pack is a little smaller than the old one. We also reviewed how to use the insulin injection pens. I’m not supposed to use them yet. They’re “in case” diet alone won’t bring down my glucose levels. (I expect to be using them in a week. I needed insulin the first time and moderately high doses of it.) The dietician also gave me meal plans with how many carb units I’m to consume per day (unlimited protein and fats though, whee) and when I’m supposed to check my blood sugar (four times a day). I also got a container of ketone test strips I get to pee on every morning.

I left with two small bags of diabetic door prizes, including cereal samples, coupons, and a lot of lotion samples (why those, I don’t know). Later I found out I also left behind my folder of paperwork. Livi and I had stopped by the public restroom on the center’s floor and I left the folder when I grabbed everything else. Fortunately the receptionist found it where I left it so I was able to pick it up shortly after I realized it was missing (and had searched the car twice).

The new glucose monitor is a nice little thing. The finger prick is nearly painless and sometimes I don’t feel it at all. My first test after lunch yesterday, my reading was a bit high at 134. They want it to be 120 or less an hour after eating. After dinner, it was 118, but I hadn’t had a full 3 servings of carbs, more like 2. This morning I ate a granola bar for breakfast that was a little less than 2 carb servings, and my blood sugar level was a whopping 145 an hour later. I am even more firmly convinced I’ll be on insulin in a week.

We need to do some grocery shopping. Most of the snacks we have in the pantry are crackers, pretzels, and chips. Fortunately, we don’t have many sweets, and I haven’t been wanting much of those lately anyway. It’s going to be so hard to give up/cut back on potatoes, fries, rice, et cetera. I am fine without sweets and chips for the most part, but I really am a carb junkie. It really sucked the last time, and I know it’s not going to be fun this time either. Ah well, the end result is worth it!