I am still here. Still pregnant, and still getting those looks of "soon, right?" even from the nurses at all the doctor's visits I have (no, really, there are LOTS). My OB doctors called me one morning and said they had a meeting about me (I love that they are all taking such good care of me) and their decision was to do the steroid shots for the baby's lungs, just in case. They want to be sure that he is ready in case something else comes up with me. I am about 35 weeks. Official due date (40 weeks) is June 22, I think. The doctors are hoping for 38-39 weeks, but we are ready for anything sooner. I had a sonogram to check on the baby, and he was measuring 5 lb, 10 oz (give or take 14 oz LOL) so he is already a whopper. I have a feeling that they are just going to send me to the hospital after one of my many visits, so I should probably pack my bag. It's hard not having a definite date yet. I am having a c-section again, so I know they should be able to give me a date pretty soon. I hope. To be honest, I am a bit frustrated. I feel trapped. I never know what today or tomorrow will bring, as far as pain or mobility. I am a failure as a mom in my grumpiness, and I feel like I am behind in everything, and am doubting and blaming myself at every turn. It could have *something* to do with the lack of sleep at night, since I am up going to the bathroom almost every hour.
On a positive note, I have found a delicious low-carb ice cream with chocolate and almonds that I am enjoying. It may stay after I've had this baby. :) It's the little things for this diabetic mommy.
