Diabetic victory of the week: I went out to dinner, ate a little more than usual, and still had a great, stable blood sugar 3 hours later.
Diabetic failure of the week: I woke up in the middle of the night to correct a low blood sugar, but drank too much Gatorade, and ended up a little over 200 an hour or so later. I've apparently gotten pretty good at sleeping through my high blood sugar alarms, and so the SONAR HORN alert failed to tell me for another hour and a half.
Mostly unfounded anxiety of the week: That I'm going to miscarry. It's unfounded because I've never had one, but only 'mostly' unfounded, because miscarriage is a real risk for anyone at this stage of the game.
Mostly intangible joy of the week: My husband told our boys that we are going to have another baby and they were jumping-on-the-bed excited about it. It's especially sweet to see that my oldest son, who has done more than his fair share of big brothering in life, is completely delighted about the development.
Diabetic failure of the week: I woke up in the middle of the night to correct a low blood sugar, but drank too much Gatorade, and ended up a little over 200 an hour or so later. I've apparently gotten pretty good at sleeping through my high blood sugar alarms, and so the SONAR HORN alert failed to tell me for another hour and a half.
Mostly unfounded anxiety of the week: That I'm going to miscarry. It's unfounded because I've never had one, but only 'mostly' unfounded, because miscarriage is a real risk for anyone at this stage of the game.
Mostly intangible joy of the week: My husband told our boys that we are going to have another baby and they were jumping-on-the-bed excited about it. It's especially sweet to see that my oldest son, who has done more than his fair share of big brothering in life, is completely delighted about the development.