Pregnancy in Diabetes

Let the cycling season begin

Diabetes, Pregnancy in Diabetes, Races

You know it’s cycling season in the Princess/Big Ring household when Princess wakes up at 3:40 a.m. only to discover she’s alone in the bed, and that Big Ring has been up for hours already in preparation for the early morning viewing of Paris-Roubaix. Apparently his brain had gone into overdrive shortly after we turned the lights off for the night Saturday, and instead of trying to shut his thoughts out, he decided to embrace them. Starting at 1:30 a.m. Big Ring went whole hog on a video project he’d been story boarding in his head for hours. It’s not surprising really given that we were blessed with two days of sunshine this long weekend (mixed with some torrential downpour/sleet/hail) that had Big Ring in his glory atop his mistress Mademoiselle Lapierre. I kid you not, the second that sun comes out, I am lost to him. There’s hours of […]

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‘Do you think you could be pregnant’

Diabetes, Pregnancy in Diabetes, Uncategorized

Happy Easter blog friends! I hope your long weekend has been filled with chocolate bunnies, colourful Easter eggs, yummy ham and stuffing (ohhhh the stuffing!) all encapsulated in a cocoon of love and happiness from family and friends. My Easter treat to you: a story that has given me great amounts of laughter this week, while at the same time has somewhat scared the poop right out of me. This story is a story of the medical system, which on many occasions has been great for me, but at times has seriously shaken my confidence with some of the professionals in the field … like when an emergency doctor pumped me full of sugar when my blood sugars were already skyrocketing, or when a medical team gave my auntie a cocktail of crushed pills she’d never taken before, let alone seen, that subsequently caused her to go into vfib, or

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16 weeks: brisk and bulbous

Diabetes, Pregnancy in Diabetes

It was bound to happen, that day was sure to come, but given my natural tendencies towards a life of blissful denial, I didn’t believe it would ever come for me. Oh how wrong I was. Two weeks ago, my body quit running on the same day my wearable pre-pregnancy clothes stopped zipping up. Sigh 🙁 Bon voyage dear running shoes… Big Ring and I went for our last light run a couple of weeks ago and it was tougher than a run has been for me in a long time. I was winded, my legs were heavy, my tights were TIGHT, and my belly was so unbelievably uncomfortable, like cramping uncomfortable. I was fighting the demons in my head almost right from the get-go, weighing my options, hearing the words of the naysaying doctors and trying to drown them out with the pro-running doctors. But to no avail. Half

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Hot dogs? Are you freaking kidding me?

Diabetes, Pregnancy in Diabetes, Uncategorized

Just like my food cravings, my diabetic body seems to be reverting back to days of yore – those were not fun days. While I crave such unheard of foods (in my regular diet that is) as my pop’s homemade perogies and farmer sausage, scalloped potatoes, poutine, roast beef with carrots and onions soaking up the juice in the roaster, and hot dogs – HOT DOGS!!! – (something I have not eaten in well over a decade) my head has been riddled with post low blood sugar migraines. Hotdogs? Are you kidding me? Why am I not craving chocolate – something I actually like? This week I have had six migraines in as many days. Headaches so bad, I clutch my head trying to make it stop. Headaches so bad, I can’t open my eyes for fear of the brightness elevating the pain. Headaches so bad I spend hours in silent,

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Panic at the porcelain

Diabetes, Pregnancy in Diabetes

Whoever coined the term ‘morning sickness’ should be shot, and if they’re already dead, they should be brought up from the grave and kicked multiple times in the shins, no wait, in the gut! (Note: I’m pretty sure thumb-sucking alien baby can’t read my mind, so I’m good to write these toxic words…) My so-called morning sickness has been more like all day and all night sickness. I wake up in the morning and feel like I’m going to hurl; I drive to work, forced to roll the windows down in the dead cold morning air, and feel like I’m going to hurl; I sit at my desk, conduct interviews, stand at rallies and press conferences, and feel like I’m going to hurl; I go home, and feel like I’m going to hurl; I wake up in the middle of the night, and yep, I feel like I’m going to

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