By mid-September, when my husband and I started telling people I was pregnant (we waited the conventional 12 weeks), I was checking myself out in the mirror every day. Was the slight pudge around my middle beginning to resemble a bump? With each conversation in which I shared the big news, I felt eyes drop from my face to my waist, looking for a sign of the bun in the oven. I still looked just a bit fat by 20 weeks, much to my chagrin, but after that point it looked more like I was having a real baby than a food baby.

That's when I made up my mind about booking a pregnancy photo shoot.

To make a 6-day story short, I was scheduled to be induced on January 27th, at 38.5 weeks along in my pregnancy. There wasn't any particularly urgent reason aside from the statistics around pregnancy with diabetes and the general protocol that type 1 women not go past 39 weeks for the sake of both mom and baby's well-being.

It’s been about six weeks since I gave birth to my son. Life with a baby is pretty great. I love all of his cuddles and snuggles. My little guy is doing awesome at gaining weight and I’ve been doing pretty well at losing weight. I gained about 40 pounds during the pregnancy and I’ve lost about 35 so I only have 5 more pounds to go! My son was 10 pounds 14 ounces at birth and lost a little weight over the first few days but now 6 weeks later, he is up over 14 pounds! We saw his pediatrician last week and she was very impressed at his weight gain and how well breastfeeding was going for us. After giving birth, breastfeeding was probably the number one thing I was worried about with my diabetes so I’m so happy it has been going well.

In my last post I revealed what led up to the day of my son’s birth. As I mentioned, Wednesday, November 5th my husband and I arrived at my OB’s office for a regularly scheduled check-up. We were told then that our baby was going to be delivered that day via C-section.