36 weeks 4 days

3 more days and we will be full-term - technically. Now guys - THAT is one hell of a milestone - not a silent, humble milestone like 32 weeks. It is a scream-out loud, in-your-face milestone. One I never thought I'd get to.

I am thrilled, proud and excited. It is the result of all the sweat and blood of a lot of people who have sacrificed more than just their time to get me here.

Accolades to my mom and my husband who have been here every step of the way, caring for me, dealing with me and giving me all the love I needed to get through this. Then, my aunt who just happened to be a god-send just when needed her most. Then, my friends who helped us stay happy through the entire time - their company made us forget how scary this ride was - you know who you are. The doctors who were ready and waiting for all kinds of curve balls my body would throw at them. And all the people who prayed for us - guys I love you all. I will make sure the little one knows of all of your hard-work and is properly grateful.

I am not sure if this post is premature. But I am grateful nevertheless.

34 weeks today

Still cruising along, the latest installment of this drama being - we had a humpty-dumpty family moment. If you are wondering what That might me, we all fell. Yes - you heard that right. All three of us fell.

After all the bed-rest and not lifting a finger, I slid on ice and FELL. So did daddy LOL. We were just stepping out for a doctor's appointment, no less and the second I set foot on the drive way, I slid all the way and thump - landed on my butt which is now nice, round, soft and so cushiony, I didn't feel a thing - at least not that day. So Daddy steps out to help mommy up and slides and falls too.

Well it is all funny now cos, we are all fine and still in race for the finish line.

All those prayers, guys - are working. Thanks.

more excitement

Things seemed to be cruising along nicely - I was eating well, more active, shopped online for the baby, my diabetes was under control through diet alone - so no more needle pricks. And in another day, I'd be 32  weeks - a silent milestone.

Then, excitement struck. We had a routine MFM appointment on the 22nd of December and lo and behold! my fluid levels are almost dangerously low. the low normal is 8 cm and I measured 3. I was immediately admitted to labor and delivery.

Low AFI (amniotic fluid index) may happen for one of three reasons: a) either I am leaking fluid without realizing it. b) I am insanely dehydrated or c) something may be wrong with the baby not making enough pee.

So the doctor tells me, they would monitor me and if my fluid levels don't go up by upping my fluids or if I am leaking, they would just monitor me for a couple of weeks and deliver around 34 weeks and I would also get a couple of steriod shots to get the baby's lungs ready. TWO weeks in a hospital? You gotto be kidding me!

Anyway, after the torture of an amnisure test, it looked like I wasn't leaking fluid. As it turned out I was dehydrated. Seriously? I was drinking around 2-3 liters of water a day in winter. The steroid shots with the sugary iv, shot my sugars into the andromeda. Anyway, after a night and two days at the hospital I get AFI checked again and it is safely over 8. So I get checked out, in time to receive my brother-in-law visiting us for the holidays.

Fun times!!