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I’ve been off my meds for about a week. I’m having some withdrawals which include nausea and headaches. I rarely get headaches so it’s been tough dealing with them on a daily basis. I’m coping very well except for the aforementioned.
It’s the hair loss, not associated with the meds, that has been difficult. So sad. I love my hair and now, it has dwindled down to very little. I am, by no means, bald bald but ugh. I may have to go and cut my hair short until this phase passes.
One of the side effects of one of the many medications I’m currently taking is weight gain. I’m about 10 lbs. shy of reaching my pre-pregnancy weight. If I keep eating the way that I have, I’ll reach it in just a matter of days.
What’s harder than being a pregnant diabetic? A diabetic with a newborn. I can’t remember the last time I checked my blood sugar. I need to get back on that horse because I’m sure my A1C is no longer 5.4.
End of the line. #thekid #noah #weeklyphoto #pregnant #diabetes (Taken with Instagram)
It is still a blur and I am slowly remembering everything of the night I was induced to the afternoon my son was born. In an instant, with only about 5 minutes to wrap my head around it, a c-section had to happen. Yet, here he is, absolutely beautiful and healthy. All those times I said no to things I couldn’t to things I said yes that were preferred paid off. It was worth the sacrifice. The Kid is fine. He is here and we couldn’t be any happier or relieved.
Let the bed rest begin. #36weeks #pregnant #thekid #diabetes (Taken with Instagram)
NST at 36 weeks. #36weeks #pregnancy #highrisk #tests (Taken with Instagram)
EDIT: We are not going to make it to 40 weeks. The risk is too great to allow the pregnancy to go all the way and on its own. It doesn’t matter that my diabetes is well-controlled (no insulin) as well as my mild hypertension. It’s just not routine to allow someone like me to let nature takes its course. My age, diabetes and mild hypertension are all factors categorizing me as a high risk. This I knew but still. I was hoping we’d make to August. One of the many good things though, aside from planning our time away from the office, is no Hollywood movie ending. We’ll be induced and all will be well. However, this just means that The Kid will make his appearance is less that 3 weeks. 2 weeks? Maybe. And at least I’ll be able to make it to a friend’s wedding next weekend.
People have been riding my ass about The Kid’s name. I never knew how intense people can be about it but, we’ve held strong. Sure, some people know but it’s mostly a very close group of people. All I can say is we do not have a Jr. on our hands. The BNC and I are both Jrs. and that shit has to stop.
As for the photo above, I was having a test done called the non-stress test. I’m hooked up to 2 monitors. One is for The Kid to check his heart rate while the other is to check for any contractions. I’m closely monitored for about 20-30 minutes. We passed with flying colors. This test, along with having to visit the Maternal & Fetal Center, are included with my high risk category. I have more ultrasound pictures than I can count. I deeply appreciate the way that all of my doctors are closely monitoring not only my health but the health and well-being of The Kid. We are all vying for the same goal; me and The Kid coming out okay at the end. I’m okay with that.
This pinkie is a good bleeder. #diabetes #pregnant #thisishard (Taken with Instagram)
People ask me all the time, “Any cravings?” My reply is always the same, “Food.” This is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. My well-being, my health, everything, affects someone else, someone who has yet to be born. Food, the clock and my meter all go hand in hand and it’s tough. I want to stuff my face of everything I shouldn’t and can’t. Bad things. But, I can’t. And yet, it’s ok. Everything I’m doing has a reason and that reason, hopefully, will make his presence known in early August.
Breakfast chaser. #pregnant #diabetes #drugs (Taken with instagram)
Excuse all the pregnancy photos but I’m trying to remember this scary, exciting and odd time in my life.
And another thing, my BFF, the photographer, and I just couldn’t stop laughing over the dumb shit we say and do pretty much every day. Hence, the laughter in the photo. I love her.
21 weeks (Taken with instagram)
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I hope one day my son will forgive me for showing pictures of his junk to everyone I have come in contact today. Yea, you read that right. I’m having a boy.
Everything is looking great. I haven’t gained any weight. My weight loss remains at 11 lbs., which given all the things I’m not allowed to eat not only because of the pregnancy but also because of the diabetes, is ok. The kid is looking great. We are happy and excited now that we know who we’ll be preparing for.
