Correspondence, 4 months after

Below is my reply to an email from one of my best friends, who is just a few weeks from delivering her first child. We've gone through everything together since college, including pregnancy. She emailed me to tell me that found out she passed her blood glucose test. This is one of the most personal blog posts I've ever posted, which is why I'm posting it. I almost didn't. I wrote these words to someone to whom I'm alot closer than the audience to which I speak when I write for Icon. And that gave me pause. But I also thought it was both honest and personal. So here it is.


That's good news, honey, despite the track marks. Don't worry, it's good practice for the IV you might get during the delivery. ;) In all seriousness, I can empathize. And the best part is that you don't have to be wracked with guilt every time you eat a Snickers, like I was. You know my sweet tooth. Gestational diabetes was a pisser for me.

The best news is that you are past all the scary tests now. The kid's neck isn't too thick and all the fluids are where they belong and you don't have the sugar. So all you need to do is fatten up the little Bug for the next few weeks and get ready to crack yourself open and let her out.

I hope that doesn't sound awful, but now that I'm nearly 4 months post-partum, I have to say that's what it feels like in retrospect. Like I opened myself up wider than I ever imagined possible, literally and figuratively, and this amazing little critter came out. The best thing is being healed. You'll have a recovery time, after which you'll look back and realize only in retrospect that you were off your game during that time.

So I think that's what your midwife means about relaxing. Especially since you're going hypno. Start meditating now. Everything else is all good, and it's time to get ready for the final push ;)

This is something that I've been wanting to write about. And I might blog it. I hope it doesn't sound too preachy. It's just where I'm at since having Annika. And I remember during and after the recovery if I would ever feel "normal" again. I feel different, and I feel good. So I guess it's the new normal.

Anyway, keep rockin' the sweets. We have a Borrelli's cake my dad brought up today. Like I need this shit. I'm trying to get back into my spring clothes! Thank God I'll be able to get out in the yard and start getting some exercise soon. And take walks.

I love you sweetie. Talk to you soon.