June 20, 2012
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a plan
Today I had an appointment at the diabetes clinic. It was pretty straightforward. My insulin has been increased again and I was given instructional sheets regarding how I should eat when I go into labor or to prepare for a c-section, when I should stop taking my insulin and how I should check my sugars AFTER delivery. That alone has me excited: I can immediately stop insulin and go back to normal right after delivery. One sheet says that I should check my post breakfast and post dinner numbers just to make sure they're under 6.1. If they are I can stop testing altogether. Then two months post delivery I'll go to the lab for another 2 hour tolerance test, just like the one I took that diagnosed me at 24 weeks.
After my appointment I headed to the pool. It felt great. Getting out of the pool was unreal; my belly had never felt so heavy. I did some handstands and laps and took it easy. It's nice just STANDING in the pool so my belly feels lighter
I did occupy a lane for laps, which was fine because all the swimming I wanted to do was just easy swimming back and forth. The only downside to using a public swimming pool is you can run into some bitchy people. I had this one woman come into my lane with a snorkel and mask, do a lap back and forth of fast pace swimming and then tell me that she was going to keep do that and that there was etiquette to follow. She was basically implying that I was in her way by just "hanging out" in the lane and that she wanted me to leave. She kind of pissed me off. I just stood there and looked at her and only said, "Ok." I did a lap or two and then thought, Fuck this bitch, and got out. The hormones in me make me wish I had said something snarky, something along the lines of "I was here first and if you don't want me in your way the choose another lane." I have every right to use it as much as she does and it's not like I was being inconsiderate of her space. Besides I was in a moderate paced lane when she should have been using a fast pace lane. She pissed me off enough that I kept calling her nasty names under my breath and I glared at her a couple of times when I saw her walking on the deck. Passive aggressive, I know, but it's better than me calling her a cunt to her face and starting unnecessary drama. I mean, I'm fucking pregnant and I'm at the pool for a reason. I'm not just fucking around like a teenager. Meanwhile she's just there to get in a quick workout. Whatever.As I was leaving the pool I noticed my midwifery had called and asked me to call them back. I did and my midwife wanted to discuss the fact that baby girl is breech before I had my appointment on Friday. The reason for that is because she offered an External Cephalic Version as an option for me and she wants me to get it done ASAP. She wanted me to mull it over tonight and call her tomorrow morning, but I already knew I wanted to try it. She also said that because of this situation I'm in I can choose to have a scheduled c-section. I didn't know this. I was told that in my province elective c-sections were not allowed, but apparently they can be if the situation indicates it. I wonder if I could request one just for my GD alone. The fact that she's breech is a much better reason to have a c-section, and frankly, if this ECV doesn't work I'm scheduling one. I was so against it and I KNOW there are risks involved, but I've been told several times now that a scheduled c-section is much less traumatic than an emergency one so if I have to take the c-section route I'd rather it be scheduled. As it stands my whole birth plan has gone completely out the window and I've come to terms with the idea (and potential decision) of having a c-section. Apparently a couple of ladies in my DDC have had to experience both and say that the scheduled c-section was MUCH easier to recover from by comparison. In short, if this ECV doesn't work, I am scheduling a Cesarian and hoping like hell that I don't go into spontaneous labor. Frankly, I like the idea of knowing when my baby is going to arrive. It will make making plans with the family a lot easier since my dad or stepmom will be driving us home after delivery. I wouldn't be stoked about having an incision to deal with after the fact and that I wouldn't be as mobile as I would like once I get home, but what else can I do? If she can't turn, she can't turn.