Week 34 Update

I've been terrible about blogging this pregnancy.

The truth is, my existing kid has kept me busy. The whole pregnancy has been sort of back burner as the 3.5 year old has demanded attention.

Without getting into details, Preschooler L has required a lot of focus this summer and fall, and as a result, I was pretty preoccupied getting him what he needed and needs. Now that things have calmed down with him (and the weather has cooled down), he has actually started asking about when the new baby is coming, and how he is excited to play with him/her.

In the meantime, my scheduled c-section date is for Dec. 6, just five mere weeks away from today.

Not that that means anything--I had a bit of a scare this past Friday night when I thought my water broke, prematurely, at 34 weeks and 6 days. I went to the hospital and after several tests, was told that no, my amniotic fluid was intact.

I was just (continuing to) pee on myself.

Awesome.

Urinary incontinence has been a hallmark of this pregnancy, along with some other common but frankly totally annoying below the belt issues. "It's what happens when you have a basketball sitting on your nether regions," was a paraphrase of the insight from my SuperAwesome OB.

While I did NOT want to welcome a newborn just before 34 weeks, and while I hope this kid will remain in place until the c-section at week 39, I will say that I cannot wait to have my bladder and other parts back where they belong and functioning properly (as is, within my control.)

Speaking of control, the diabetes numbers have been up and down. I'm told this is common with a subsequent pregnancy, and that it's just that much harder to reach target numbers when you are also telling someone for the umpteenth time to get his shoes on and to say "excuse me" instead of giggle when he passes gas.

But my A1cs have all been stellar, and since I'm now up to weekly fetal monitoring (hello, week 34!), I am told repeatedly that the baby looks fine, measures fine, and that for whatever reason, my daily highs haven't seemed to pack weight on to the baby's frame.

Of course, I am now mainlining insulin, but that's all par for the course.

In the beginning months, I sweated every high number, and overtreated lows, and just worried more. Now, I feel like, it is what it is. I've done the best I can. I've eaten the best I could. My older kid can put his own shoes on now, my bladder leaks every so often, and the next kid is on its way.

All I can do is wait for the arrival.