31 Weeks 2 days

Agh, I've been so crap at updating!
But I've had so much going on, so many appointments I'm surprised I haven't been allocated my own VIP parking space at the hospital!

Here's my 31 week bump! Ha Ha! Another 9 weeks of growing, I have no idea where she's going to make room, I'm full of baby already!

So, back to my appointments.
We had our growth scan and consultant appointment on 1st October. We had that horrible sonographer who done my dating scan, she quickly done what she needed to do, didn't show us anything or take her time, she was very grumpy and snappy as usual. When she asked us to wait outside so she could write the report up, Bongo had asked her to print off a growth chart that our midwife had asked us to grab while at the hospital and she refused point blank to do it. So while she's writing the report, the other sonographer who I usually see comes out and asks how we are and how things are going. We then get called in to pick the report up, and she looks at the chart and says she needs to check some measurements from my last scan, which obviously worried us, but she didn't elaborate, gave us our scan report to go and see the consultant and said everything looks 'fine'. I asked her if the baby is big and she just looked at me like I was mad and sent me on my way!
So we went to see the consultant, my urine was checked as standard procedure, and they find a trace of protien in my urine. Excellent. I also thought my blood pressure would be up because I've had a shit few days beforehand with Charlie's dad being a knob, but thats a whole other story!
In we go to see the consultant, and she agrees straight away to me having an ELCS, Bongo is still sat there trying to argue points with her, bless him, until I said to him 'she has just agreed!', but they can't book electives until 33 weeks, so I am to go back for my growth scan and another appointment on 29th October and they will book my ELCS!! She re-checked my blood pressure, which surprisngly came back perfect, so told me not to worry about the protein trace.

4th October
My diabetes had completley gone out of control, I can't get the bloody readings within target no matter how little I eat, how ridgedly I stick to the eating plan, so I was called into hospital to start on insulin injections. A plan was made, 2 units before breakfast, 2 units before dinner, and I am to call them in 4 days time to see how things are and if my dose needs adjusting. BUT, there is no one there to write my script out, so they wrote me a letter to take to my GP surgery and get them to do my script immediatly. So off I walk the mile to the doctors and pratically beg the receptionist to get the script written out for me, she told me to go and wait in the waiting room. An hour later she pops her head round with my script!! So I walk into town and go to the pharmacy who tells me they don't have the vials in and would need to order them (a lot of our pharmacies don't actually stock insulin and order them in for the next day) so I told her not to worry, I will try somewhere else. As I'm walking out the shop I realise............ VIALS???? It's supposed to be a KwikPen!!! I rang my mum, burst into tears in the middle of town and told her I just can't cope anymore! She told me she was coming to meet me and to meet her at our usual meeting spot and she would take me back to the doctors to get this sorted. As I am standing on the pavement away from the road waiting for my mum, tears and snot down my face some woman decides she wants to turn her car around, drives straight at me and mounts the kerb in her massive Mercededes estate, if I hadn't have jumped out the way, I'd have been crushed agaist a wall. She had miles of road to turn around, she could have reversed aroiund a corner, but oh no, she decides to drive straight at the pregnant woman and mounts the pavement to run me over in the process (she should have done a 3 point turn if she really desperayly needed to turn round right there) Well, you can imagine the foul abuse that came out my mouth! How I didn't drag her out the car and batter the living shit out of her is anyones guess!!
So anyway, my mum arrives, takes me to the doctors and it turns out it was the most incompetent doctor in the surgery who had written my prescription out, no one I know will see her because she is just an idiot! She had wriiten the needles for the KwikPen on my script, but put vials of insulin instead of the pen. It doesn't take a fucking rocket scientist to work out that KwikPen needles do not go on vials does it?? My script is changed, but by this time its 16.30pm, where the hell will I get the insulin now?? I told mum to take me home and I would just get Bongo to drive me round all the pharacies in the supermarkets tonight and if they have to order it in for tomorrow then so be it. But we were driving past the little independant pharmacy near my house and luckily they had it all in for me!!

But my bloods still haven't settled, so I rang Tuesday and they put my insulin up in the evening to 4 untits. And I haven't been feeling at all well, I have really bad backache around my kidney on the left side and my bladder aches all the time. I just know I have a UTI, but can't get a god damn doctors appointment.

7th October
I went and had my whooping cough vaccine. OUCHY is all I can say, for two days afterwards it felt like someone had been trying to hack my am off with a blunt axe, you would think I was used to all these needles, but Jesus, this one hurts like a bitch!!

11th October
Today we have Diabetic Ante-Natal clinic. For some reason, my agoraphobia is really bad today, I'm restless, I feel ill, I just want out of here!!
I am taken in to see the midwife, who runs a urine analysis, I do indeed have a UTI and am told to drink Cranberry juice over the weekend and I will get a call Monday if I need to get antibiotics from my GP (Ha, Ha!) I also have 1+ for protien and 1+ for ketones, which I was expecting as my sugar levels are still high even though I have increased my dose of insulin! I was fully expecting to be admitted as an inpatient due to all these problems.
I was then taken into another room where all the doctors and nurses would come and see me instead of waiting in the waiting room and keep being called in by different people, this system seemed to work really well. First of all I saw the diabetic doctor and nurse who have again increased my insulin! Then the dietician came in and spoke to me, who was really helpful about the high reading I had had the previous lunch time after a prawn and pasta salad. Then the ante-natal team came in to see me. I saw the top top man, a really really nice bloke, but you could tell from his prescence he just demanded respect!! I am measuring 32 weeks, so bang on target really, he also asked how I would like to give birth and I said ELCS, he asked if I had been booked yet and I said no they wouldn't book it until 33 weeks and I have an apppintment on 29th for that. He tutted and said don't worry, I'll book it now, he filled in the form in front of me and wrote in my notes that I will be booked for 39 weeks for an ELCS, he asked for my phone number, so they will be ringing me with a date. If they do it at 39 weeks, it will be 6th December!! I was also told that if I go into labour before my date, I am to go straight to labour ward and I will have an EMCS, I am so relieved to finally NOT have to fight for this.
I still have to have multiple appointments at the diabetic clinic, scans for growth and consultant appointments, but I am glad I'm being so well looked after.

But I've given myself a new worry!! We have severe weather warnings for this winter, starting from next month!! I'm so worried about if I go into labour and have to try and get to the hospital before she decidedes to just pop out!!
Bongo's work is a nightmare to get hold of anyone, there is never anyone on the switchboard for me to be put through to his unit, and the only direct line into his unit is his Gov. office and she always keeps that locked! Obviously he can't have his mobile phone with him at work, so I have a panic on already about not being able to get hold of him!!! Mum's 10 mins away and is always around, I have friends and family on standby, but I will just want Bongo!!

That's all I can think of that has happened so far! Sorry for the long post.

I can't believe in 8 weeks, I'm going to be holding my princess in my arms. It's flown by. As much as I can't wait to hold her, I also want to enjoy every moment of being pregnant, I will probably never feel a baby kick in my belly again (or my bum as she quite likes to kick my arse!).

My year is also up on my funding for my frozen babies, and I'm getting worried. I just don't have the money right now to pay the year fee to keep them, what with paying for all the baby stuff and Christmas coming up. Looks like I will be taking my begging bowl to my sister!! Am I selfish for wanting to keep them? I just can't let them go.