03/26/2007: "Stick it to me"

For a person who really really really dislikes needles, I have become downright comfortable with my insulin injections. For one thing, I don't even feel them - honest to God. I watched the whisper thin blade poke through my fishbelly white abdomen with a feeling of absolute amazement last evening - how come I wasn't feeling that? Was it a trick needle, like on TV? Was it even puncturing anything? How can that be?

It's a good thing they don't hurt, because they haven't done a damn bit of good so far.

I'm only taking 6 units a night, which apparently is the most embarrassingly small dose they can prescribe without laughing you out of the office. But it appears to be too small for me (and this may be the only time in my life I can say that something is too small for me). My fasting numbers have not budged and while they are not going up, other numbers appear to be. This may be because I am absolutely sick to death of the 3 things I can eat without going over my target levels and have branched out. Half a cup of milk! A boneless, skinless chicken breast and half an English muffin at once! An apple larger than a cherry pit! Oh the chances we take!

I figure if I'm going down, I'm going down with all the guns blazing. It does me no good to mask the extent of this debacle by limiting my menu to cheese sticks and mushrooms. It's not sustainable for the next 10 weeks and I will hurt someone if I have to do it. Plus, it's not healthy - one has to eat carbs when pregnant. Ketosis is not a good thing here.

But enough about the damn diabetes. We are so close to finishing the nursery! The vast majority of the painting is finished (just a tad of touchup and the windowsill and doorframe needs to be painted) and the Tinkerbell border is up (and is actually sticking to the wall, Gods be praised). The crib, dressing table and Tinkerbell blinds are sitting in the living room awaiting placement in their new homes (along with clothes, books, a few toys, and various other items for this child). All we need is a baby!

Oh my God we're going to have a baby in that room in 10 weeks or less. I think I need to lie down.

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03/26/2007: "Stick it to me"