BSparl: She's a Mobile Biscuit.
We're just over 23 1/2 weeks with Ms. BSparl, and she's an active little biscuit in there. I know I mentioned it in my vlog earlier this week, but this baby is scooting around all over the place inside of me. Last night, for the first time, Chris and I could actually SEE her kicking from the outside. Feeling her kick is one thing, but seeing it? Completely amazing. When she shuttles and rolls from one side of my uterus to the other, I can see her moving. My belly swells more on one side, and then I can feel and see the 'bulge' move over to the other side. (I'm trying to get a video of her doing this, but usually when it happens, I'm too taken by surprised to grab the Flip!)
On the diabetes front, my insulin resistance is climbing. Daily. Like a cat in a tree, howling from the top branch and refusing to come down. (I need the fire department - stat!) My basals, once at a conservative 12.4u today per day, are at an even 20u per day and I'm sure they'll need to be upped again sometime next week. I feel like I'm chasing my tail right now with these blood sugars, but so long as I can continue to effectively stalk them, I'm confident that I'm not boiling BSparl. This morning, after three days of waking up at 140, 155, and 203 (gah), respectively, my fasting number was 79 mg/dl and the Dexcom reflected a steady overnight, too. I'll take that, and hope it happens again tomorrow.
But if it doesn't? CRANK it up again!
A big hurdle I'm encountering is the exercise bit. Honestly, I haven't had a good workout since before we went to Spain (and returned with Ms. BSparl). In the first trimester, I was usually too exhausted to get to the gym (went three times a week instead of the five I was getting in before), and then we moved out of our apartment in Connecticut, so that whole transition sucked out my desire to work out almost entirely.
Now, well into the second trimester, I'm trying to get to the gym but it's just so boring. My exercise options feel so limited, and I'm not used to the whole "get on the treadmill, walk steadily for 35 minutes, END" routine. No ab workouts, or I could smoosh BSparl. No jumping rope, or all these new sticky-outtie parts of my body might leap off of me and my pelvic floor could be weaked. (Kidding on the body parts leaping off but true on the pelvic floor concerns. I also can't imagine jumping rope being almost 6 months pregnant, nevermind the fact that the kid won't like it.) And no strenuous weight lifting, thanks to compromised diabetic eyes. Those little five pound weights I have are borderline questionable, considering my retinopathy progression. Booooooo.
So the treadmill it is, for long and awkward ambling. (For now.) And even though it's a whole lot of boring (I've watched that "build a six foot gingerbread house in 8 hours" challenge on the food network like seven times now), it is getting harder and harder to keep moving. With BSparl expanding every week, my organs are getting a little smushed in there. An expanding uterus puts pressure on my bladder, my diaphragm, and every other organ I have in there, leaving me short of breath a lot of the time and generally feeling like I'm going to tip over a little bit. I guess these walking workouts are still exercise, even though they aren't even close to what I was doing before BSparl's creation.
Every week is different, but I'm definitely not complaining. Pretty damn grateful, actually. I'm so happy to look in the mirror and see that my waistline has all but disappeared and has been replaced by this bump o' BSparl. She's in there, she's doing well, and in just about four months, she'll be here.