Making my lists..

…and checking them twice.

No, it’s not Christmas. Though that is right around the corner. It’s getting-everything-ready-for-baby time. Because no matter how prepared you think you are, sometimes, something ends up jumping out to startle you. Well, not this time. I plan to be one step ahead of the game whenever possible.

For example, not only are all of the little guys things put together, organized, and set up, I am also pre-registered at the hospital I will be delivering at. I will be touring the facility, hopefully, sometime this week. AND I am going to be completely stocked up on my diabetic supplies for a few months. I can’t imagine remembering to call about supplies with an adorable little baby in my arms.

Another issue I am addressing. To hospital bag or not bag?

I had gone back and forth on whether or not I would actually pack one this time around. When I had my daughter it was in the middle of the night/early morning and I had just gotten out of the shower. I felt the excruciating pains of contractions and frantically woke my husband up. We were both exhausted and not very clear headed. I remember chucking a bag in his general direction and screaming at him to throw stuff in it. I feel like, literally, whatever was in front of us at that moment in time was put into it.

(You’d think with being diabetic I would have been way more prepared!)

Once we arrived at the hospital and were all set up we realized upon inspection of said bag that we had forgotten most everything we really wanted to bring. My husband had to drive all the way back to the house to get clothes for me and baby girl, my make up, hairbrush, etc. The only thing we had managed to grab was our phones and chargers. This time around I wanted to do things a little differently. Looking back I can remember thinking, boy, I wish I had remembered to pack this or that. Little things that would have made my stay at the hospital slightly more cozier. (I kicked  myself for not packing a bag early on in that pregnancy. I ended up being very stressed out!) So, recently, I took to a few forums that I frequent and asked them if they were going to be packing bags. With an overwhelming yes every single one of them sent me lists upon lists of what they would be bringing with them.

I picked and prodded those lists and came up with one of my own. Pictured above this post was a glimpse of what I will be packing. Just the essentials really. One mom described packing my hospital bag as, “things you’d take with you on a mini vacation!” In the next week or so I plan on heading out to grab some travel sized things to take with me. Hopefully this time around everything in my bag will be things I actually need.

For you mamas out there:

How important is it to you that you have a bag packed and ready to go?

What will be, or was, inside of yours?


Fall is here.

My calendar tells me that today is the first day of Fall, Autumn, or pumpkin spice season. (Whatever you want to call it) This makes me so happy. I’m a California girl so the weather, if you haven’t been out that way, is usually the same. Gorgeous. NO complaints. When I moved to Ohio oh so many years ago I was introduced to actual seasons though. It was an amazing discovery. Summer feels like hell, winter is actually cold and snowy, Spring is lovely with all the bright pinks and purples, and Fall, well, Fall is the best season of all. With the leaves changing, the pumpkins, the cooler weather, the hoodies and bonfires. It’s just such a beautiful time of year for me.

I love this time of year so much it wasn’t a surprise that my daughter was born in November. Now, I get to welcome another November baby into my life and it is just so exciting. All the things that I love nestled under one orange and red blanket of comfy goodness. :)

What are you most excited about when it comes to this time of year?

Baby Updates: Currently I am 31 weeks and 3 days. My due date is literally around the corner. My pregnancy calendar tells me that I have exactly sixty days until I get to meet my little guy. In all honesty it will be sooner than that. The doctor would like to induce me by 39 weeks. (Though I am hoping he comes on his own at 37 weeks like his sister did. Which means I could be snuggling him in roughly six weeks!)

Whenever he decides to make his entrance into this world we will all be waiting. I feel very prepared this time around. Car seat is hooked up and ready to go. Stroller is put together and his bed is ready to keep him cozy. I have plenty of clothes to start him off and even a few toys, too. The only things I have left on my check list is tour the birthing facility sometime this next month, get maternity photos done in a week or so, pack my hospital bag, and lastly clean the heck out of this house.

Nesting has hit harder than ever.

I’m not sure if the cleaning will actually get done how/when I want it to though since the twice a week appointments have started. Mondays I see my high risk OB for my fetal non-stress tests. There they will check my blood pressure, weight, and make sure everything is on track with his heart and my health. Thursdays I see my diabetic specialist and they will be checking my blood glucose levels and making sure they continue to stay in range. They will also be doing growth scans to make sure baby boy isn’t getting too big. We need him to be just right. I have these appointments already pre-scheduled out through the end of October.

All I need to do is show up. Easy, right? :)

A few complaints: This constant swelling makes it so that I can barely move. It makes life a little difficult. The exhaustion has me beyond grumpy some days. I had no idea I could go to bed tired and wake up even more drained. If you didn’t think that was possible either I’m here to tell you it is. Another not so fun factor is the back pain. I am in excruciating pain most days. Walking up and down the stairs has become dreadful. It’s to the point where I wont even go up there unless I really have to. The OB suggested a maternity belt. They sell them at target and most motherhood maternity stores. She says that this should fix things because it shifts your belly/uterus up and changes your overall center of gravity. Because my little guy is sitting so low it’s causing most of the issues. She says that if this doesn’t help, considering I still have quite a few weeks to go, then she would suggest I take an early leave from work until after baby is born.

On the plus side, I get to see my baby boy on the ultra sound every week until his arrival which is a blessing. Also his movements have gotten so much stronger. His karate chops wake me up some nights. I can’t be upset about that though. They actually make me giggle.

Basically I’m just trying to relax as much as I can and enjoy these final months of pregnancy.Yes, that is easier said than done. :)

Oh, Monday.

Everyone seems to really despise Monday. I suppose it’s because that’s normally when everyone heads back to work after their relaxing weekend. I, on the other hand, rather enjoy Monday. I work all weekend, about eight plus hours a day, sometimes less, so when Monday finally rolls around I look at it as MY weekend. I don’t have to put my uniform on or see that big red target symbol until Friday evening and I am totally okay with that. Ha. It’s just a funny backwards thing that I realized.

How was your weekend by the way?

I worked Friday, was off Saturday, and then was back at it Sunday. Saturday was my baby shower thrown by my sisters in law. It was amazing and so much fun. The theme was whales and waves and I wasn’t disappointed. The food was delicious, the decorations were adorable, the games had me laughing so much, and the company was awesome. Little man is so blessed to have so many people in his life who already love and adore him. He received quite a few gifts so we really only need a few items and we’ll be all set for his arrival.

Baby update: I am 30 weeks 2 days along and feeling great. I’m exhausted, still swollen, and that heartburn is a beast. Other than that the blood sugar levels have been amazingly on point and I am smooth sailing from here on out. According to my high risk doctor. He complimented me for being well managed and under control. Which means so much to me because this disease can have a mind of it’s own. Sometimes I want to throw in the towel and say forget you too diabetes but I know that I can’t. Not while little guy is still growing. I’ll be starting two visits a week with my High risk OB and diabetic specialist next week. Which tells me that we are in the home stretch. I am so close to the finish line I could taste it. I will be filling paperwork out for maternity leave here soon. The car seat is on it’s way. The house is fairly organized now. We’re basically just waiting. The worst game ever.

I am thankful that everything continues to go well.

It’s not without a lot of hard work and stressing over every little detail. I hate for it to sound like it’s such a breeze because it’s definitely not. So when I hear that I am doing a great job I really take it to heart. I have high blood sugars here and there. Sometimes I eat junk food. The point is that I never give up and I stay on top of everything. I speak with other diabetic women trying to conceive and I encourage them to start families if that’s what they really want. Because it’s not impossible. Every pregnancy is different, just like every diabetic is different. I think these are important facts to keep in mind when talking with one another. I was recently on a diabetic/pregnancy forum where everyone was bashing one another. There were sides and clicks being started. Women who were having “smooth” pregnancies and others who might be struggling some. They were being very discouraging towards each other and it broke my heart.

I say, encourage, support, and be there. No matter what. That’s how we get through obstacles no matter the size.

Enough about that though. Let’s get to the fun stuff…pictures!

The only Mom and Dad in the pack. :)

30 weeks!

Diaper cake.

Party favors.

Little mans bed.

Just me :)



Enjoying this moment.

That’s him. My sweet little guy.

Only eighty days until I get to hold him in my arms and snuggle him up. The time is moving so fast and yet still so slow. Everyone here is anxious for him to be born. My daughter especially. She has so many plans for the two of them. What cartoons she’ll introduce him to. The lessons she wants to teach him. Her heart is filled with so much love for him and they’ve never even met. It’s such a magical, beautiful thing to witness. She kisses my tummy and tells her little brother that she can’t wait to give him hugs. She says she’s waiting patiently for him and that she’ll be here when he decides it’s time to come out.

I love it. It makes my heart melt. At first my husband and I were worried because for so long now she’s been the only one. The only grandchild, the only little one, the only niece. She hasn’t had to “compete” with anyone for love and attention. She got it all. I was concerned that she’d feel left out, abandoned maybe, and I think she did at first. Then I explained to her all the cool things older siblings get to do. My husband, being the oldest, really glamorized the whole thing. Soon after she was team baby all the way. Now she’s counting down the days right along with me. It’s precious.

The other day she asked if she was going to have more brothers and sisters one day. Something my husband and I have discussed but never with her. Our thoughts were that after this little peanut I would not be having any more children. It was a difficult decision to come to but my husband and I agreed that my health and wellness played a huge role in whether more children would be an option. As I get older my risk for complications becomes greater, especially with diabetes on board. Living with this disease doesn’t get easier by any means. I examined the pros and cons of having another baby one day and came to the conclusion that not only could I be potentially putting myself in danger, I’d be putting a little life in danger, too.

I realized that I have so much to be thankful for, why risk losing what I have now. I have spoken with quite a few diabetic mommies who feel the way that I do. It’s nice to know that I am not alone in this decision. Not that I am against someone who wants to have lots of babies. I just know my body. How I re-cooperate. Only I know how this pregnancy has treated me and I am so worn down already. I don’t think I could handle going through another one. Not just physically, but emotionally, too. I lay awake all night stressing about blood sugars, what I ate, or didn’t eat. If he’s growing properly in there. If a complication were to arise would it be my fault? All these things run through my head and it’s draining.

This decision is the main reason why I am trying to enjoy this pregnancy as much as I can and everything it entails. The kicks and barrel rolls, the ultrasounds, even the heartburn. Because it’s going to be my last.

So when my daughter looked up at me with an eagerness to hear my answer I just smiled and said that two was enough for me. She hugged on me real tight and smiled this big grin and said, yeah, two is plenty. Plus, you still have to take care of daddy. :)

For any of you pregnant and diabetic mommies out there..what are your thoughts on this topic?