Mommy Diaries

Hear about all the ups and downs of Robyn's pregnancy.

Apr 22, 2011

March 16th 2010

I went to Dr. Kaufman's office to drink this horrible sugary drink to check if I had gestational diabetes. A few days later I got a call saying that I needed to come back in to take another test...

March 23rd 2010

Back to take the other test and this one was also with the sugary drink, but it has double the sugar, and it's now a four hour test and the results would take a few days to get back. After drinking the drink and having a sonogram and blood work, I said to Jane, "If it's bad news let me enjoy the weekend and call me next week." So that weekend, I ate whatever, whenever I wanted, I was going to go out with a bang just in case my sweet days were over. I think I had Mr. Softee twice in one day. I had cup cakes and mac and cheese too. And sure enough...

March 29th 2010

Jane calls, her first words were, "You asked me to wait until after the weekend." I just broke down and started to cry. How could this be? Nobody in my family has diabetes, and what a SCARY word that is...

March 30th 2010

I wasted no time, I had my first appointment with Lisa Cohn at Park Ave Nutrition. Lisa went over what to eat and what not to eat. Including portions and how often I needed to eat to keep my blood sugar levels in line. This was a very emotional session as it's the first I'm dealing with my diagnosis and yet I still don't know how serious it is... I'm meeting with the endocrinologist in a few days...

March 30th 2010

I submitted myself for an audition for 'Pregnant in Heels.' Am I the anti-client? I don't even wear heels. So how can Rosie help me I thought... I don't need help with a baby shower, nanny, baby nurse, or a Brazilian. Well, I have gestational diabetes and I need to get married and fast. My neurotic future mother-in-law (WHOM I LOVE) wouldn't get off my back about getting married and not just by going to city hall either. She wanted a Rabbi, a chuppah, hydrangeas, the whole shebang, yet she wasn't offering to throw me a wedding and I'm so level headed I wouldn't spend what little of my own money I have on a wedding knowing that I'm bringing a miracle into the world and would need any savings I have to care for the baby. Marie and Mark both felt since Mark being a three time cancer survivor that he would probably never marry let alone have a baby of his own, and it was a dream, and I wanted them to have their dream. So I asked, Rosie, can you help me with a wedding?