I took her to the doctor's for her 2 month check up and she's about 15lbs and she's 25 and 5/8 inches long, i.e., she's huge and off the charts The doctor called her "very robust," despite her tummy bug.

Well, we left the doctor's office and I thought I'd take her to Pauline at work and I no sooner got through the door and Genny projectile vomited down her front. I'd had the good sense to put a receiving blanket on her just in case and then promptly turned around to take her home. On the way to the car, Genny finished emptying her tummy and I finished cleaning her up and put her in the car.

On the way home, I decided the best place for a 6 year old boy for the day was NOT home with Mommy and a sick baby, so I dropped him off at daycare camp. Genny dropped off to sleep...like sound asleep. I drove around not wanting to wake the poor thing up. I took her to a fruit stand on the outskirts of town and bought a bunch of fresh fruits and veggies. Melons are so in season right now and I like to skin them, chop them up and stick them in a huge ziploc bag in the fridge as a snack we can all eat. I also got blueberries because they are one fruit a diabetic can eat a LOT of and still be good.

Took Genny home, let her sleep some more and then she woke up and wanted to nurse. I nursed her, she was sick, she slept fitfully. I worried profusely.

Somewhere in there, Pauline wanted a ride home from work, so I picked her up and we took the baby all over the store and she showed Genny off to co-workers. Then we headed home, so I could split up some of the fruits and veggies with her and on the way, I got Bear. I handed Genny to Mike. He took her sleeping to the bedroom and turned on the baby monitor. As Pauline and I are standing in the kitchen divvying up produce and I hear the familiar sound of ralph and earl coming across on the monitor. For whatever reason, I froze, but told Mike she was sick. He ran down the hall like a shot and I said goodbye to Pauline and ran down after him.

She wasn't choking, but she needed to be changed and bathed, so I got out the bathtub and started filling it up and getting the bath things together. We got her out of the tub and dressed and she ate and puked again.

Then she ate and slept. At 430 this morning, she ate and did NOT throw up. She hasn't thrown up over 3 feedings so far.

Can I admit to loathing barf as the most disgusting of all clean ups with regards to kids? I love my baby, but would prefer not to know each of her excrement producing possibilities, although, since I'm signed onto this motherhood thing for the long haul, I know I'm going to get more familiar with her capabilities than perhaps I'd wished. She's had the good fortune of having a brother who's already trained me well. I also am trained to do balance sheets and shovel cow manure, both of which I hate.

The thing I really really hate? Sick babies. They can't tell you what hurts or what they want or need, so you spend a lot of time worriedly guessing and hoping it's enough. I'm exhausted.

The up side of all this is that today she's hungry. Reeeeeeeeaaaaaaalllllll hungry. Speaking of which...gotta go.

I had my regular doctor appointment today and my doctor couldn't believe my Hba1c..5.6%. He asked me,"Are you sure you weren't pregnant when you were diagnosed?" I told him, no, I was sure because you just know when you get pregnant and besides, I started my period the day I got my blood drawn, which was one year and two days ago -- journal's start date. Happy Birthday to me! I also am sure because my cycle is normally like clockwork and we tested like two days after I should have had my period.

I just know I have a very good handle on this thing. He's going to run a thyroid check just to make sure that's not why I'm so damned exhausted. I've been a good diabetic and that means I have a lot less chance of developing complications.

I think with a good Hba1c like that, I can probably blow off the nutrition appointment if I want, but I think I'm going to go anyhow. It can't hurt and it might give me some insights I don't otherwise have.

Oh, and he said anything fasting under 140 was considered normal.

Totally different from my experience when I was pregnant and under tight control.

It's a relief all in all.