Today it’s exactly one month to my due date. Well, technically speaking anyway. I’m not quite sure how we’ve already arrived at this point already. It’s definitely been a very very different pregnancy from my first and has felt very slow and long at times. Having only a bite of cake has to be the most acute pain but one that has a worhy outcome for both myself and the baby. For now I take photos of them and know one bite won’t take me over the edge of my sugar levels.
The aches and pains have been different and I’ve felt more than my age a lot of times. I move about slowly and my car is my little life saver, keeping me very much mobile and out and about. I’ve finished nesting and am worryingly glancing at the Other Half every so often as I’m sure he seems to have started with his own version of it. On the other hand, I could just sneak jobs onto his list.
Yet, somehow, it’s flown by in the blink of an eye and here we are, almost at the end. Ready to have a baby that surprised us all.
A couple of weeks ago I saw my very lovely and dedicated consultant team. There’s always 3 of them in the room. Pouring over the detail of both my hospital notes and all of my diabetic information. I was a bit nervous about that particular meeting. It was the one where I had to tell them my decision. Would I be opting for a natural birth or a c-section?
I’ve been back and forth a lot of times but the little scare a few weeks ago made my decision for me. It was like watching Zs stats all over again. The same symptoms, same signs, same actions being proposed, same risks. Saying the words out loud were the simplest things I’d ever done in the end. I was ready to explain why in a lot of detail. But no real detail was needed. The consultant asked my reason, simply nodded, understanding why I was choosing what I was, read both sets of history, and wrote down the words “C-Section”.
It means the due date is now ever so slightly volatile but will be at least semi set in stone over the coming week. Over the next few weeks I’ll then leave work for a whole year, try to pack in more fun activities for Little Z and hopefully wave him off at the school gates for his very first week at school, provided I’m not having the new baby that week.
So this one month to go is going to be very unlike my first pregnancy. I’m pretty sure I just slept through that one and watched repeats of Friends and Gilmore Girls. This one month to go will involve as many lie ins as Little Z will allow, countless cinema, cafe and park trips, lots of stuffing our faces with popcorn and all manners of snacks, and generally cramming in fun, just the two of us. And of course, lots of cheeky naps as I’ll need them.
Before life changes all over again.
(Week 7 of Project 52 and linking up to Sunday Photo)