It's been a while...

Things are moving right along.  This week marks 27 weeks for me.  I had another sonogram and appointment with my OB yesterday.  The baby is perfect, and the doc is very pleased with my progress.  I never thought I'd be nearly 7 months pregnant and the exact same weight as when I conceived, but here I am.  The bulk of the credit goes to the gestational diabetes diet that I've been following since my first month.  The rest of the credit goes to ME, for dieting so strictly and exercising regularly while pregnant!!!  It has not been easy.  Not.at.all.

And speaking of which, my GD has progressed to the point that I now require daily shots of insulin.  When this course of treatment became unavoidable a couple of weeks ago, I was very upset and emotional about it.  I felt like I had failed in some way.  If only I had followed the diet a little better or exercised more (although that would have been practically impossible), if only I had done this or that....  if only I had been better or thinner or younger or whatever...  It didn't help that my primary care doctor seemed to lay the blame at my feet as well, even though this whole GD thing began because of the side-effects of some medication that HE had prescribed for something else, prior to pregnancy.  Isn't that the way most medications work?  However necessary they are, they often fix one thing while breaking something else. 

At any rate, my ob/gyn has been very reassuring and encouraging through all of this.  He acknowledges that I have several high-risk issues, but he also tells me that I am managing them the very best I possibly can.  It's nice to know that he is pleased with my efforts, and there's nothing else I could have done to change the way things are.  And I'm so thankful that the baby is healthy and doing just fine, which is the ultimate goal of all of this, anyway.

I must say that I'll be glad when pregnancy is over.  It's been hard to enjoy this part of the process with the dark cloud of high-risk issues hanging over me the entire time.  Just waiting for something to inevitably go wrong.  I'm not too uncomfortable yet, it's the pressure of the constant worry and glucose testing and injecting and hoping my blood pressure doesn't spike....  and I have so many emotions and guilt feelings wrapped up in all of that.  And lots concerns about having to be induced early, which is a likely scenario with my risk factors.

Three more months and we'll have little Andrew Timothy in our arms, and I won't be a diabetic anymore.  Three more months!  I have already made Brian promise to bring me a milkshake in the hospital as soon as our boy is no longer connected to my body!  :-D