If you are new to Real Life Dinner, read my first What’s for Dinner post to get filled in on what the heck’s going on around here. If you have been to this rodeo before, let’s get to business.
Look what I got to drink today. My favorite. NOT!
My first baby weighed 10 lbs 9 ounces and apparently that doesn’t happen to often with first babies unless the mother has gestational diabetes…which I have never had, I just grow giant babies….probably because I eat A LOT when I’m pregnant.
The doctors, however, like to make me take two tests, because come on, who can really have babies that big and not even be borderline on the glucose test. Me, that’s who! I am hoping and praying that my new doctor will let me stop at one nasty test this time.
Besides tasting gross, the drink makes me feel a bit yucky for the rest of the day…ain’t nobody got time for that!
Remember last week when I had that thing I can’t mention, happen. I’ve been in a bit of a funk ever since. I still find myself feeling hurt or angry a couple times of day. I’ve been trying to let it go, really I have, but it’s taking longer then I thought. Today I decided it might help if I thought of someone who was having a harder life then me and made them dinner. Mom always says, “If you are feeling sorry for yourself go and find someone to serve.”
I started a big batch of my favorite spaghetti sauce this morning so I could use it to make two pans of lasagna roll-ups. One for the family I thought of and one for us.
I got home a little later then I expected from my doctor appointment so by the time I got both pans assembled my kids (who are used to eating dinner by 5:15 or 5:30…spoiled) were ravenous. I knew the whining would only get more intense if I made them wait the 45-60 minutes it would take for the roll-ups to cook. So I ran the meal to the family and then hurriedly heated up the leftover chili and scones from last nights Navajo Taco’s.
Some people like to smell roses, my kids like to smell scones…mmm, smell the greasiness. I gotta say, I’m usually not a fan of day old scones, but I stuck these under the broiler for a minute on each side and they were pretty dang good…it freshened them right up!
I threw the tray of roll-ups in the freezer for our dinner Saturday. Tomorrow we’re getting a babysitter (hallelujah) for the first time in months and I have a frozen pizza in the freezer she can make for dinner.
The husband is at basketball tonight so I got to do bedtime and all that alone, which I really shouldn’t whine about, because it’s a privilege to brush a 25 month old little girls teeth and to get the blankets just right on a 5 year old boy… no really it is, but tonight I just wanted to have it all be done in like 5 minutes so I could make up a secret batch of Butterscotch Puppy Chow and eat all of it by myself before my kids or husband even knew it existed. I’d been thinking of this evil plan all day….so when both boys needed to go number two right before bed (which seriously, does it really take 10 minutes to push it out) it felt like an eternity!
Don’t worry, as I write I am snacking away on my yummy puppy chow. I may even be feeling generous enough to save a little for my husband.
Keep it real!!!
Maria
Ugh. They made me do two glucose tests for Arwen because Sam was 10 lbs so I feel your pain. No gestational diabetes here either. I tried to tell them 10 lb babies run in my family (my mom had a couple) but they made me take it anyway. You definitely earned that puppy chow!
I know exactly what you mean, my first was 10 lbs 12oz and I didn’t have gestational diabetes either. I hated that glucose test, talk about nasty tasting. My son is type 1 diabetic and currently in a diabetes research study. Last month he had to drink a similar glucose drink for the study and I could totally feel his pain! Hang in there, you’ve got a lot of “cyber friends” cheering for you!
It sounds like you me and Alberta need to start a “I had a 10 lb+ baby and survived” club. 🙂 Thanks for the cyber cheer!
Maria
Big babies happen. I’m 5 foot nothing, my husband is only 5’8″, I’ve never had gestational diabetes, and both my babies were over nine pounds.
I know right, Someone just reminded me on the facebook page that I can refuse the second test! If they want me to take it I totally will this time. 🙂