So the plan was all set, save Php50,000 (a.k.a. Dave Ramsey’s Baby Step No. 1) while paying off my credit card and personal loans. After that, increase mortgage payments and keep adding to my emergency funds. It was a fool-proof plan until life happened.
My first job as a lawyer was as an associate in a tiny law firm in Alabang. One of our clients was a real estate firm with lots of developments around the country, including Cavite. During my first appearance at the Municipal Trial Court in Bacoor, Cavite, I was surprised when a few minutes before 8AM, a court staff asked the crowd inside the courtroom to group themselves as follows: SM to the left and non-SM to the right. The crowd dutifully complied and moved seats. After a few minutes, the left side of the courtroom was packed, with people even standing at the back, and the right side, where I was, had less than a dozen people.
As it turned out, the people on the left side had been caught shoplifting at the nearby SM Bacoor and since SM did not have a policy of settling criminal cases, even the smallest act of thievery was prosecuted.
I’d like to introduce you all to my son, JC aka Truck (his special name courtesy of his big brother).
And just when the finish line is almost within viewing distance, I’ve hit another snag in my pregnancy. The dreaded bedrest (kaboom!).
I’ve been getting some cramping a few days before my 36th week and during my 36th week checkup, my OB declared after examining me that the baby was already lying low and that my cervix “admits tip” which meant that it was starting to dilate. Considering that I’m supposed to reach 39 weeks because of my gestational diabetes, going into labor at 36 weeks was too much of a risk to take.
Thus, the bedrest, which is more of a house arrest really since I can move around the house and go on short walks. But my usual commute with walking to and from work is definitely no longer allowed.
I’ll be 35 weeks pregnant by tomorrow and I’d like to believe that I’m handling my gestational diabetes tremendously well, which basically means I haven’t caved in and scarfed down a whole pizza pie or chocolate cake (although I really, really want to!!!).
The great news is I have been able to keep my blood glucose numbers in check with dietary changes so my endocrinologist will no longer prescribe meds or insulin. However, I still have to continue monitoring my blood sugar level an hour after meals. When I first consulted my endocrinologist, she required me to take blood readings before and after meals, but my pre-meal readings were consistently normal so I have graduated to taking readings only after meals. Yay me!