Carbilicious

Oh my goodness, am I ever glad to have passed my three-hour gestational diabetes test. After having GD with Bug, I became painfully aware of what limiting sugar does to me. It's not pretty. If I have one addiction in life, it's chocolate, and although I know this doesn't compare to, say, detoxing from meth, my chocolate withdrawals can be pretty intense.

If I had been diagnosed with GD this go-round, I would have had to take drastic measures. Like buying stock in Breyer's Carb Smart ice cream. And removing Bakerella from the sidebar of my blog.

So I was extremely relieved to get the all-clear today! When the nurse said, "You passed!" all I heard was, "Go get yo'self a big ol' Hershey Bar." And so I did.

I'm off to eat popcorn. Or maybe ice cream. Or maybe both.

It's Official: She has a Name!!!

Baby 2 officially has a name. Well, according to Bug, anyway. He has dubbed his little sister "Tubby" and "Ah Mee" from the main characters in his current favorite book, Tubby and the Lantern. He tells anyone who asks that she is "Tubby" or "Ah Mee," depending on the day (or his mood).

She's not even born, yet, and her big brother is already giving her a hard time.

:-)

A Daddy's Heart

Hunk loves Bug. He loves being Daddy to our wild little boy, and watching them wrestle and tackle on the family room floor is one of the highlights of my day. But you should have seen his face as he stood by me in the ultrasound room and found out Baby 2 is a girl.

He is already completely and totally in love with her, as documented by this letter he wrote her (which he was nice enough to let me post, with the caveat: "My heart on my sleeve--take care of it.") Hope you enjoy glimpsing his Daddy heart as much as I do.

5/27/09

Little Girl,

Yesterday, I saw you for the first time. As the ultrasound tech diligently scanned your mother’s abdomen, carefully documenting your miraculous and perfect development, she shared the news of your gender with us, and we celebrated your identity—a girl! And I must confess, I was instantly and totally smitten with you. Your mom and I shared tears of joy as the ultrasound monitor displayed the four chambers of your tiny heart, your arms outstretched, your tiny hands balled into fists, your adorably crossed ankles (taking after your mom), and your beautiful smile (you turned to look right at the camera)! Our hearts were overjoyed, and we thanked God for you.

Mostly, you rested during the appointment (except we poked and prodded you a bit to get a better look around). You were quiet, save for the wondrous sound of your heart beating—so strong, so full of life, intention, and spirit. And when I least expected it, something happened. Although you could not talk, you…spoke to me. In sacred silence, I heard your voice. As I looked into your eyes, your voice spoke deep into my heart with a simple question, “Do you see me, Daddy?” Immediately, my heart lept, and I answered back softly, “Yes my darling, I see you. You are beautiful, you are perfect. You are a blessing, and you have mine already. You are my beloved daughter… you are my girl."

Don’t tell mommy—I’ve fallen for a younger woman.

Already Wrapped Around,
Daddy