No, that’s not a typo. It’s my lil pet name for Baby. I despise the term “it” and since I don’t know if he is a him or she is a she… shim. Bean comes from all the baby books that tell me “baby is the size of a jelly bean. Now the size of a kidney bean…”
Shim and I went to the Endocrinologist this morning. My A1c was up a little from the last time which didn’t surprise me. I’d given up hope at one point and figured why am I trying SO HARD? (I know, it’s good from my health… and depression is a bitch.)
I think I mentioned in an earlier post that my blood sugars were higher than I wanted and I didn’t really understand why. I’m really careful about what I’m eating, almost to the point of being too scared to eat. I heard the best reason ever. Hormones. The HCG level doubles every two days and the body becomes even more resistant to insulin.
We adjusted the insulin and decided I needed to be “boring”… I’ll give it a shot!
Same thing for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Same cereal and milk. Sandwich for lunch. Etc. The fewer variables the better. At least until week 7, then the resistance drops and the sugars lower by themselves.
Weeks 7-14 are the most crucial, as in the highest chance of miscarriage because of blood sugars.
It’s time to be militant.
And to remember, no one hits the goals all of the time.
Shey said, “If they say they’re hitting their target numbers all of the time, they’re either lying or not diabetic.”
Land of Bland? Here I come.
Striving For Sanity 