Baby and I are so lucky to have such an amazing baby daddy. I could write a whole blog post about everything he does for us, the delicious food he’s been cooking for us, the baby furniture he’s assembling, how he’s been to every single one of my many many prenatal medical appointments, starting at week 6! I won’t even get into the embarrassing stuff.
I had another ultrasound this week to check on baby’s growth. He’s a big big baby. Bigger than the 97th percentile. It’s been a concern all along, as I’m a diabetic. Baby Jerome, at 32 weeks, weighs 6lbs 2oz, according to their calculations. He has a big belly and broad shoulders. At the next ultrasound they will be able to determine if this baby should be born via c-section or not. I’m hoping for not. I’ve been trying to keep my blood sugars super strict, but it’s hard. Even just stress affects blood sugars when you’re a diabetic. I am having a much better control now that my wedding weekend, baby shower weekend, and easter weekend all in a row are in the past. I’m ridiculously looking forward to NOTHING this weekend. Next weekend J’s band has a show downtown on the Saturday night, and Sunday we have a full 9-5 day of prenatal classes. I have learned my lesson, I’m packing snacks for the prenatal classes; the woman sitting near me during breastfeeding classes made me so hungry with all of her snacking!
This pregnancy thing is HARD. Having to switch from controlling my diabetes with pills to having to inject myself with insulin 5 needles a day, one painful lovenox injection at every bedtime to prevent blood clots, trying to fight cravings and being hungry constantly, yet gaining, gaining, and gaining weight. So much weight. I feel like a hairy, out of breath beach ball. My feet swell up like balloons. I only have a pair of unlaced merrels that fit. I finally caved in this week and bought 2 wrist braces to wear at night, because of horrible pregnancy induced carpal tunnel. I don’t feel pretty at all. But it’s all so worth it. It’s amazing that my body is manufacturing this little human that we’ve created together. At 8 months pregnant I still can’t believe that it happened to me. I’m going to be a mother!