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Pregnancy is a pretty amazing time in your life. It is this time of bonding and growing somone one created out of love inside of you. Gentle rolls and playful kicks. Hiccups as they learn how to breathe. Strangers can’t help but ooh and ahh over your belly, deperate just to touch it for just a moment as if were Buddah. See, I really do love being pregnant.
Now that all of that I have gotten out all of the sunshine and rainbows, I am about to whine. Before you call me ungrateful, know that I waited a long time for this beloved baby and I love him more than anything and he is worth the pain that your body has to endure. Up until a few weeks ago I had pretty little to complain about. Perfect pregnancy. I had the little basketball belly, weight gain within reason, still sleeping and no swelling. Pretty much the opposite of my pregnancy with the princess.
But, I had 30 weeks and things started to slowly get a lot harder. I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. Which means the one great privledge of pregnancy has been revoked. I am basically on a diet. I have to count my carbs and sugar intake, take meds and poke my fingers 4 times a day to check my glucose levels. Which in itself isn’t that bad, but GD often means big babies. An ultrasound last week showed that Sammy was no exception to that rule. He weighed in at 6 lbs and 6 oz at 35 weeks and measured almost 3 weeks ahead. They also want to keep GD babies in until at least 38-39 weeks which means his potential to gain 1/2 to 1 lb a week from her here on out is very likely. Um, that could be over 11 lbs! My dreams of doing this natural are going out the window. TMI alert, with the princess her labor was 6 hours and she came out on the first real push and at 7 bs and 5 oz gave me severe bilateral tearing. Healing was extremely hard and the pain of the following weeks was worse than the real labor, so if 7 lbs did that to me….I really can’t imagine 11 lbs coming out easily.
His big size has also has me now high risk and I have to see a perinatolgist, diabetes counselor, my ob and have 2 non stress tests a week. So, trying to work, taxi the princess to preschool and get to all of my appointments has been hard. I am so tired at the end of the day but sleeping is out the window. He is so big that no matter how I lay I can’t sleep. My joints are all seperating and just turning over from side to side really is excruciating. Every night brings leg cramps that bring me to tears and my poor hubby has to get up with me several times a night to massage the cramps out of my legs and also to helps me roll over so I can get up to pee. If you need a visual, think beached whale.
So, to wrap up my whining.
Samuel…I love you…but please come out. Come out when you are healthy and ready but your mama is falling apart.
All week long people have been telling me how much I had popped, to which I laughed off since I had obviously have been “popped” for quite some time. It has been a humorous for me to look in shock when strangers ask me how far along I am…to which on an off day I have responded by…”What…you think I am pregnant?” Followed by me stating that I have noticed some weight gain recently. It usually ends in me giggling but it still feels good to feel like I have some sort of a comeback. Mama is tired of people asking if I am due any day (which they have asked for the last 10 weeks!)
But, the whole idea of “popping” made me wonder if I had actually grown at all in the last few weeks. I don’t feel much bigger but I see myself every day. So, out came the camera for a comparison. Below is photographic evidence that I am completely in denial about being hugely pregnant. (The first pic is 27 weeks and the second is 32 weeks) And, yes…I am essentially standing in the exact same spot. So, either I have unknowingly grown immensely in the last few weeks or the door knob has moved. For my sanity over the next 8 weeks I am going with the doorknob.
