3
Sep

It's been a while

It's been a long while, actually. 25 years to be exact.

I imagined I would spend this day just as I spend it every other year: angry, mostly, with a lot of sadness built in. Boy, was I pleasantly surprised.

I spent the day landscaping the front yard with the Hubs. It was almost 40° out, so a few hours out in the sweltering heat was pretty unpleasant.

The rest of my day was spent hanging out with my little guy. He turned 4 months old today!

I'm learning that it's hard to find time or motivation to be angry about something you can't change when you're at the centre of the world for this tiny, cuddly little boy who loves you so much and lights up every time you walk in the room. In a small(er than before) way I'm still devastated about my initial diagnosis, but today it seems like those feelings pale in comparison to the way I feel when I hang out with Husband and baby and remember that we made this family. I am so, so proud to have made it this far surrounded by so, so much love.

9
Feb

New addition to the family- in progress

I've been quiet here for a little while.

A lot of that has to do with Life getting Busy. Very Busy.

I am 6 months pregnant with our first little bundle of joy. It has been an exhausting, exciting, and terrifying couple of months. Baby and I are healthy and doing well, and are being monitored very closely by the endocrinologists and maternal-fetal medicine specialists at my hospital. I'm at the hospital for around 3-6 hours every 2 weeks, and I expect appointments to be more frequent when I hit my 3rd trimester.

Managing diabetes in pregnancy has been exhausting. Regular diabetes already felt like a full-time job; pregnancy diabetes is even more time-intensive (which I thought was impossible, but... I've learned). The mental load of constant monitoring, paired with the constant low-level guilt that comes with every higher-than-desired BG, is leaving me pretty wiped out. I'd love to say I'm this tired at the end of every day, but truthfully it's 9am as I type this and I'm just about ready to cry, then sleep for about 36 hours. Not sure if it's the insulin resistance or my body responding to getting less exercise, but the post-meal spikes are spikier, the lows are rougher and more brutal, and the t1d-management full-time job is feeling more intensive than ever.

We've got a few more months to go. Here's hoping for a healthy mom and baby!

Baby ultrasound pic

Our little man!

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