I’m so done. I’m done with being pregnant and I’m done with being diabetic.
I’m so frustrated. I’m dilated to almost 3, but he is just not down far enough to kick me into active labor. I have had so much freak’n amniotic fluid it prevents his head from really engaging.
I’m so hormonal. I’m so sad. I don’t really know why, other than the hormones.
I feel hopeless. Like I’m never going to have this kid. Yet scared that I’m going to have him so soon.
I feel so unlike myself. It is not a nice feeling, especially when I would already be hard-pressed to say that I know who/what I am normally? Does that make sense? It does to me. It is really profound to me, anyways.
I really want to have this baby, but I’m so scared too. I’ve done it before, so it is not the labor part. Part of it is I’m scared of having to have a c-section. But I’m just scared about how I’m going to manage this baby. We are so busy with the kids in baseball and softball and Scott’s job. I am fearful I won’t be able to step it up, but I have to. Everyone is depending on me. I don’t know where I’m going to get the strength.
