I did way way way way too much yesterday and about midnight, I was half sleeping but realized I was sweating like hell, even though I had the window wide open and was naked. When I say sweating, I mean I woke up in a soaking wet sheet and could feel the sweat pouring down my back and neck.

I woke up Mike and said, "Something's wrong with me." And I checked my sugars....46. ACK! He rushed into the kitchen and brought me back food. I started eating, but was still feeling cruddy, so sent him to find some candy in Russell's basket of goodies. We tested again...and it was 26.

The whole time I could feel the baby moving around and I was freaking out about if she was ok or not, so I remembered I had bought some of those glucose tablets and told Mike where to find them. I ate a couple of those, along with a boat load of food (yogurt, cheese and crackers, diabetic cookies, a couple pieces of candy!)and after an hour finally got my sugar up to 106.

Mike had to stay awake waiting for that hour to pass because I was a complete waste between the long arduous day and the screwed up sugars and was drooling and snoring on my pillow.

This morning, I had a perfectly normal fasting. Tonight, I dropped my insulin two units and looky if I didn't have perfect sugars.

The baby shower was a total blast. It wasn't like a lot of butt shaking going on or something, but it was nice and relaxed. People had fun, talked, had things in common, etc.

Genevieve made out well. We got a lot of stuff on our registry and a lot of clothes for her. I got a lot of beautiful handmade items, which are some of which I treasure most.

Grammy crocheted a baby blanket..it was beautiful!
Valerie cross-stitched some bibs.
Christi mailed me a handmade crocheted bootie/bonnet set.
Patti crocheted this momma bunny hugging a baby girl bunny.
Joanne made us a gorgeous frame with Beatrix Potter stuff on it and handpainting and a verse from Ephesians.

I'll grant you we got some cute clothes and toys, but really those things touch me the most.

The other thing that got me is that one of G's godparents, Robin and Ken, got her white satin booties and ruffly white socks for her christening -- they were perfect.

It was hard opening all this stuff in some ways because I felt all this throttled joy that I've been kind of trying to not feel while I have waited to see how this pregnancy turns out and today I could feel it and the anxiousness all sort of bubbling together with the hormone festival. I was choked up, quite literally on all of this suppressed joy and it was freeing to finally be able to express it.

I finally got to celebrate today -- the coming of this beautiful girl, who I play petting games with as she kicks me, waits for my voice and touch, gets mad because I stop and kicks again, and then over and over again...I dream of her.