"You're due date is right around the corner!"
"17 days!!"
"How's that baby doing?"
"You're getting so close!"
I get it. People are excited. Some people we know are even a little obsessed with our yet-to-be-born kid (to the point where it's ever-so-close to creepy). We get it, we really do. But, people, this is OUR kid. I've been growing her inside my own uterus for approximately 9.5 months now. Every bleeping day for the last year (because with diabetes, you can't wait until after you find out you're pregnant, you have to start well before) I've been worried about her, and thinking about her. I've been maintaining a fine balance of insulin/carb/exercise 24 hrs a day for freaking forever in order to get this baby here. Believe me, we are acutely aware of when she is "due" to arrive in this world.
And let's not forget the fact that I still have to push this baby out of my vagina. So, yes, while I'm excited for her imminent arrival, I'm NOT excited about the fact that I might be split open in my nether regions forever trying to get her here. Nobody ever talks about that possibility. No one ever wants to talk about how labor can be incredibly painful and disgusting. People just want to think about that cute baby that they are going to be able to cuddle and coo at and forget that the mom is going to have to meet the edge of death to get that cutey into this world, bleed for weeks afterwards, possibly be incontinent for an indefinite (or permanent) amount of time, lose sleep, have her nipples possibly be ravaged, crack, and bleed, etc. etc. Should I go on?
People have stopped asking me how I'm doing, for the most part. They just want to know when the cute baby is getting here. You know, because I have control over that.
And my poor husband. Nobody has EVER asked him how he's doing. I think the guys really get the short end of the stick on this whole pregnancy thing. He's put just as much work into this kid as I have, even though he's not actually gestating it. He's lost just as much sleep (because I have to get up to pee 12 times a night, and then when I don't have to pee my CGM is beeping at me because I'm low or high), he's basically been my right-hand-man with regards to diabetes care, he's had to move countless amounts of furniture that I can't or won't, rub my back/feet/hands at all hours of the day and night, put on my socks and tie my shoes for me (because I literally cannot do it at this point). He's carried me, while I've carried the baby. And nobody asks him how he's doing.
Don't get me wrong, we're excited that our little girl is going to be born soon. But, we are also very aware that it is currently not all sunshine and butterflies. Having a baby is hard! Can we all, as a society, collectively decide to stop being disingenuous about this whole process?
And don't worry! We will let you know when she arrives! Except we might not let the stranger down the street while we were out for a walk, or the bank teller at the credit union (who actually asked me if my cervix was dilated), or the cart-girl at the grocery store, or the Macy's sales lady, or the Wendy's cashier know when the baby comes. Because, frankly, it's none of their damn business.
Commence being offended now.
