Eight Months ... But Two to Go?
Ah, the cruel truth to pregnancy. I'm currently 32 weeks pregnant, which means I'm eight months along. "Oh great, Kerri! That means you only have one month to go!"
Those perpetuating the rumor that pregnancy is only nine months long, I beg you to stop. Because when we, the pregnant messes, crest up to the eight month mark, only to realize that there are eight weeks left to go? We cry. Sometimes we just bust out crying. Because pregnancy is 40 weeks long, and when you divide 40 (weeks in total) by 4 (weeks in a month) ... well, even I can do that math. It equals 10. Ten months.
So I'm eight months along, but I've got seven weeks left to go.
(Yes, this shirt is the same one that my best friend wore to her baby shower.
Nothing says "I love you" more than sharing maternity clothes.)
Expansion is rapid these days, and my pregnant body has gone from "comfortable" to "OMG, TEN MONTHS LONG?" On the regular ol' pregnancy front, I'm experiencing some wicked swelling in my hands and feet, but thankfully my blood pressure is still holding steady. Also thankfully, it's been warming up for the last few days, so sporting flip flops doesn't look too dorky.
Sleeping is an issue, though. I'm having a miserable time getting a good night's sleep, because this swelling in my hands is waking me up with shooting pains in the middle of the night. Actually, every hour or so I'm waking up with pain, despite the fact that I'm wearing wrist braces to bed. I may have to bite the bullet and take some Tylenol, even though it will render my Dexcom pointless. (Tylenol makes the Dexcom throw inaccurate results, and I can't take Advil while pregnant, so it's about choosing pain or accurate CGM results.) I'm trying to relax and remember that it's only a few more weeks of this.
On the diabetes front (and I'm afraid to say this out loud), I seem to have hit some kind of stride. The 300's are gone. The 240's are gone. I'm seeing a few spikey 200's, but they are sometimes explainable (like after I was 50 mg/dl and I over treated a low) and some I just need to forgive myself for. Overall, my numbers are steadier and I'm seeing more flat lines on the Dex than I saw a few weeks ago. I'm so, so hopeful that the next seven weeks roll out in the same fashion. My total daily insulin dosage is up to between 68 - 75 units of Humalog a day (far cry from the 24 - 28u I was taking pre-BSparl), and I'm wondering if this will remain the case until the delivery. I'm holding my breath, praying that things just hold freaking steady for a little longer.
This week, I'll see my OB/GYN and the rest of my prenatal team, and I have a lot of questions to ask. Like what happens if I go into labor before my scheduled delivery date? What exactly is supposed to be that "bag that stays packed just in case?" What can I do to alleviate this swelling, in efforts to stay comfortable for the next seven weeks? How about those four days we'll be spending in the hospital - will I be able to wear my pump once the c-section is over? Can I put the Dexcom back on at that point, too? Does the baby sleep in the room with us or does she have to go to a different part of the hospital while I recover? Will I be on painkillers after the surgery? Does someone show me how to breastfeed or is that something I'm supposed to take a class for beforehand?
Are they really going to trust me with a BABY??
(The question mark has become the most-used key on my laptop these days.)