Hair Cut

I know, I know. Cardinal rule broken. Don't get your hair cut (short) while pregnant or it will make you look like a pin-head (according to this book)...but I couldn't handle the scragglyness any more. And it's Thanksgiving this week and I'll see my Mom and I didn't want to hear her say "You should really get a haircut." So I figured...if I get it cut "short" now then I won't have to think about it again for another 6 weeks or so.....


I don't like it. I rarely do one day into it but I suppose it'll get better when I have more time, figure it out, it grows out, etc. Honestly at this point, I don't care a whole lot. I look *weird* all around so in future years when I look at pictures I'll just blame it all on Baby B - nice, huh?
So I had another appointment today at the diabetes clinic. Guess what? I get more insulin! Whohoo. Another shot before dinner (I suspected this would be the case)...and I'm bumping my dosage at lunchtime from 2 units to 4 units as those numbers haven't been stellar. I also was told to add a couple units if I'm going to have an EXTRA big or SPECIAL meal (ie: THANKSGIVING!). I'm excited because I'm going to eat on that day. I've also been "prescribed" two short morning walks on turkey day along with one in the afternoon...that coupled with a little extra insulin should make my day of eating much more pleasant. Whoohoo.
Steve & I also have a family reunion to attend on Friday and I got the go-ahead for a little extra "help" (now I sound like a junkie!) for that meal too. That puts me a little more at ease because I was really wondering how I was going to manage myself around all this yummy food. I know, poor me, but it's hard! I was at the groc last night and just looking at people loading their carts with such yumminess made me want to climb the walls. I then went home and ate a cheese & meat stick. Hmmmmm.....