Pregnancy in Diabetes

No puncture wounds allowed

Diabetes, Pregnancy in Diabetes

It’s been more than 2 years since I last injected anything into my arm. As soon as I went on the pump, pretty much the only sites I used were my belly, hips, back, and sometimes upwards on my derriere. I was never a fan of injecting into my arm anyway; always felt like I could feel the cold insulin going in, a shock to the system I did not like. However, that all changed yesterday. Ever since finding out I was with thumb-sucking alien baby, I’ve been totally creeped out about inserting infusions in my belly. I mean, the needle, that sucker is like two inches long. And it didn’t matter how many times the pregnancy endos told me it was perfectly okay to inject in my belly, or the fact that I know the baby isn’t quite in that region just yet, I still keep picturing thumb-sucking alien […]

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OJ uprising

Diabetes, Pregnancy in Diabetes

What was I thinking? I mean seriously, I knew my blood sugars were going to be going low lots in the early part of this pregnancy; everything I had read had told me so, the doctors told me, heck, even in my first weeks of pregnancy, before I knew I was knocked up, I couldn’t keep up with the lows. So why, WHY, did I not go out and stock up on Tropicana shares the moment I found out? That would have been the smart thing to do. But noooo, I live in a world of denial thinking it won’t happen to me, I’m so up on this disease, I’ll be a master at it with pregnancy too. Cue the laughter of the OJ stockholders. I kid you not, I can’t keep up with tubs of orange juice I’m having to guzzle day in and day out. I’m drinking OJ

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The life of a pregnant T-1 chick

Diabetes, Pregnancy in Diabetes

Thank you everyone for your congratulations and well wishes; the last couple months have been a whirlwind of excitement and trepidation… and specialists appointments. Oh man, have there been a lot of those. In fact, it was in the ER that I first found out about the little thumb-sucking alien baby growing inside me. Remember this? Remember a couple months back when Mario and I were out running and the cement demons latched onto my ankles causing me to do a perfect 10.0 face first dive into the cement, and how Mario suspected a dislocated shoulder? And how, when he suggested the hospital, I completely freaked out? It’s not odd that I would freak out given that hospitals totally wig me out in general, but this time it wasn’t because of that. It was because I was worried about getting an x-ray. A reenactment of the dive. See, I had

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Coming clean…

Diabetes, Pregnancy in Diabetes

Sooooo, you know how I’ve majorly reduced my running in the last few months, and how I said it was because I was burnt out, that was a lie. And you know how I’ve been getting my hemoglobin A1C done every month for more than a year, and have said it’s because I’m all OCD about blood sugar perfection, that was a lie (sort of ;)). And you know how I’ve been majorly struggling with low blood sugars the last while and I said I had no idea why, that too was a lie. The truth, my friends, is it was all part of the plan. Two years ago, after years of swearing high and low I would never go on an insulin pump, I switched from injections to the pump. There were two reasons. One, it was said the pump was way more flexible with running. And two, it

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