A webcomic about being a mom
I haaaated testing my blood sugar 4 times a day. I had to check it once when I wake up before I eat, then 1 hour after every meal (breakfast, lunch, and dinner). (I eventually learned that only amateurs lanced their fingertips. The real pros stick the sides of their fingers and then alternate fingers… Continue reading Blood Sacrifice
Now that I had gestational diabetes, I was required to meet with a dietician regularly (as if I didn’t have enough baby appointments to go to). I was reluctant to go, and it felt like I was meeting with a food parole officer. After overcoming the initial shock of the diagnosis, it gave me an… Continue reading Dietician Appointment
Having gestational diabetes meant I had to test my glucose levels 4 times a day and record what I’ve eaten after every meal along with those blood sugar levels. Every time my blood sugar spiked, I worried if it was affecting the baby. The mom guilt was REAL. It was a hard third trimester.
I still read “Parents” magazine, and it’s still good.
It was game over if I found myself lying on the floor.
Third trimester is all about not tying my shoes, using my belly as a shelf, and accumulating as much random crumbs throughout the day on my belly as possible.
My dog didn’t see it coming.
It took awhile before I could feel the baby move when I was pregnant. But by the third trimester, there wasn’t a moment the baby didn’t remind me he was there.
My husband and I decided to get some home renovations done a couple months before the baby was due. Because the majority of the house was being worked on, we were confined to the guest bedroom downstairs surrounded by all our furniture, piles of clothes, and other stuff. It was very claustrophobic and not quite… Continue reading Trapped
My webcomic isn’t ALWAYS about babies…sometimes it’s about fur babies. There won’t be a new comic for the next few weeks because I’m going on vacation! Enjoy the rest of summer, everyone!