with mommy. When we get into the parking garage he knows exactly where to go. We go into the door and push the button and the elevator opens. He immediately goes to the window and hangs on to the rail to look out at the people walking and the cars driving by. Once the bell rings he knows "oh its time to get off and run down the ramp into the hospital" He really gets excited and we make a game out of the ramp. He runs and jumps all the way there and then he just makes himself at home in the room while I do my test. I really want to complain about this whole situation of gestational diabetes, insulin shots, 2 appointments a week, a dr. appointment every other week and a specialist appointment every 4 weeks with daily phone calls to the diabetes center. But when I stop and think about it I have to praise God that I really have such good health care. When I start to complain about how blown up I am, how annoying counting carbs is, how bad I ache and that my numbers still aren't under control I am reminded of what a blessing it is to still have a baby that I can look forward to. See my life/mindset has really changed in the last month or so as I have a friend who was due the same time as me lost her baby. It really was and is a tragedy. I really don't understand why God lets those things happen but I have to hang on to the fact that God is in control and there is always some kind of blessings in hardships.
I can't imagine what she is feeling and I feel guilty for complaining about my situation. I have to thank God each time I feel my daughter move that I still have her and I need to soak in the experience because it will never come again.
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