Pregnancy in Diabetes

Hot dogs? Are you freaking kidding me?

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

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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No puncture wounds allowed

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

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

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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