Third trimester bolus blues

Oh insulin, we've grown to be on such familiar terms lately. I now take almost twice as much of you as I did before Cletus the Fetus and his or her placenta came into my life. The pharmacy thinks I'm crazy every time I call needing more of you... as if I could be selling you for profit or an addict. Every two weeks my doctor and I keep turning up the dials on my insulin pump. You are a great, great friend, and I thank you for all of your support during this time. You've kept my Hb A1c under 6 for my entire pregnancy. Again, Kudos. But, dear insulin, I am counting the days 'til we can go back to just being friendly, without the same degree of intimacy we have now. Post delivery, I'm gonna quit you... alright, not entirely. But you get my drift. It's just a matter of weeks now.