In no more than 12 days, Jackson will be born. They are going to see if I can be pushed to 37 weeks, which is Dec 21st, unless something shows that I should be delivered sooner.
I absolutely cannot wait until he gets here. I want him to be safe and healthy and arrive alive. I am so excited to meet him and see his little face in person.
On the other hand, these very well may be my last day(s) being pregnant. The last times I'll feel a baby move inside me; the last times I'll be the sole caretaker of
this little life; it'll soon be the last time I'll get to hold my brand new baby.
Every day could be my last day pregnant. Not just with this pregnancy, but with pregnancy in general. Adam and I will be thinking and talking and praying about this much much more, but we're starting to think that maybe two kids is our limit, and that we don't want to risk the health of me or any future children. These last few weeks have been very stressful being pregnant, and though I'm doing so much better with my blood sugars this time, it seems it wasn't enough to stop some of the things that can happen with diabetic babies. So far, this has shown just a large baby. However, it may also turn out to show immature lungs, heart problems, low blood sugar, and (God forbid) stillbirth.
I've always wanted a lot of kids, maybe 6-7 or so. But after Jackson arrives, I'll have both a girl and a boy, and although I hate when people say that is the reason I can be done (that I have one of each), it is a blessing that I'll get to experience both and not have to risk a third (or more) pregnancy.
Anyways, I just wanted to get that out there.