Comfortably classic
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Steel Magnolias? You suck.
The Timmy and I went to his good friend Scott's wedding this past weekend in Chicago. Generally, I love weddings. It's the perfect time to celebrate your love , whether you are the couple getting married or not. Everyone is happy. The bride for marrying her love. The groom for marrying his love. The bridal party and the guests for being there to witness a loved one joining in marriage with someone they really love. The bride and groom's parents for watching their dear child get married to their love and the future parent of their grandchildren. And that is all I kept hearing this weekend about them and their future babies.
"When are you going to give me grandchildren?"
"You two need to start working on getting me a grandchild."
"When are you guys going to get my child a playmate?"
"We're counting down the time until we hear that you two are going to have a baby."
"We can't wait... [blah, blah, blah]"
All I can think of is how our potential future babies have seemed to become a taboo topic. Parents aren't encouraging it. Siblings aren't harassing about it. Friends don't really push it on us. Is it because I am a type 1 diabetic? Do they think a pregnancy for me will end in disaster? It won't. And that is why the post's title is such. That movie has given everyone the wrong idea about diabetes. Yes, it's hard, but, no, it's not impossible nor frowned upon. It just means that we need to be prepared and be in control.
I guess I am just a bit jealous that people didn't and don't just assume that that is the next step for us. I'm not saying it is, but it could be and I would have kinda liked that to have been recognized with us like it was this past weekend with Scott and Jill.
Am I just jealous and that's what this is all about? I don't think that's it. I've just had a couple of things happen on the same day this past weekend that got me thinking. I just wish those who "accidentally" get pregnant or who can easily get pregnant without complications would realize how lucky they are and that the little baby they now have or will have soon is not a pawn in a game. So many others would just love an easy little miracle like that.
A side note: The wedding was absolutely beautiful and my husband was smoking hot in his tux. ;)
"When are you going to give me grandchildren?"
"You two need to start working on getting me a grandchild."
"When are you guys going to get my child a playmate?"
"We're counting down the time until we hear that you two are going to have a baby."
"We can't wait... [blah, blah, blah]"
All I can think of is how our potential future babies have seemed to become a taboo topic. Parents aren't encouraging it. Siblings aren't harassing about it. Friends don't really push it on us. Is it because I am a type 1 diabetic? Do they think a pregnancy for me will end in disaster? It won't. And that is why the post's title is such. That movie has given everyone the wrong idea about diabetes. Yes, it's hard, but, no, it's not impossible nor frowned upon. It just means that we need to be prepared and be in control.
I guess I am just a bit jealous that people didn't and don't just assume that that is the next step for us. I'm not saying it is, but it could be and I would have kinda liked that to have been recognized with us like it was this past weekend with Scott and Jill.
Am I just jealous and that's what this is all about? I don't think that's it. I've just had a couple of things happen on the same day this past weekend that got me thinking. I just wish those who "accidentally" get pregnant or who can easily get pregnant without complications would realize how lucky they are and that the little baby they now have or will have soon is not a pawn in a game. So many others would just love an easy little miracle like that.
A side note: The wedding was absolutely beautiful and my husband was smoking hot in his tux. ;)
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
My biggest supporter(s)
... and I'm not talking about my bra here. It's day three (plus a month or so) of Diabetes Blog Week and this is about my biggest supporter when it comes to diabetes care. And I have several.
When I was diagnosed until even now at times, my biggest supporter was most definitely my wonderful mother. She was the one who made sure I had medicine and food and she was the one to drive me to the hospital the few times I've had to go. This woman was the one who took of work when I was in high school to drive to my school when I wouldn't (couldn't) leave for lunch, due to low blood sugar. That was the time I was so out of it that I hit her, scratched her, spit juice/soda all over her, etc. She ignored that nastiness because she knew I needed her and I needed the sugar she was trying to give me. My mother has given me life more times than I can count.
My current biggest supporter would be my adorable husband. Timmy knows what I am feeling before I can even tell him. He will jump up and grab whatever I need to help raise low blood sugars. He stays awake with me when my blood sugar drops at night to make sure I am safe, even when he has to wake up at 4 or 5 am. He's the one who loves me when I'm crabby and when I'm weak. He loves me when I'm high and low and all that's in between. I am certainly lucky that I have him.
My biggest four legged supporter is Izzie, my CGMS (Chorkie Glucose Monitoring System). She barks to wake me up in the middle of the night to alert me to low blood sugars, then continues to bark until the Timmy wakes up. If I'm low, she follows me until she knows I am safe. If I'm high, she'll sit and stare at me until help arrives. She is my best friend and I am hers.
Doesn't she look good in a sombrero? :)
When I was diagnosed until even now at times, my biggest supporter was most definitely my wonderful mother. She was the one who made sure I had medicine and food and she was the one to drive me to the hospital the few times I've had to go. This woman was the one who took of work when I was in high school to drive to my school when I wouldn't (couldn't) leave for lunch, due to low blood sugar. That was the time I was so out of it that I hit her, scratched her, spit juice/soda all over her, etc. She ignored that nastiness because she knew I needed her and I needed the sugar she was trying to give me. My mother has given me life more times than I can count.
My current biggest supporter would be my adorable husband. Timmy knows what I am feeling before I can even tell him. He will jump up and grab whatever I need to help raise low blood sugars. He stays awake with me when my blood sugar drops at night to make sure I am safe, even when he has to wake up at 4 or 5 am. He's the one who loves me when I'm crabby and when I'm weak. He loves me when I'm high and low and all that's in between. I am certainly lucky that I have him.
My biggest four legged supporter is Izzie, my CGMS (Chorkie Glucose Monitoring System). She barks to wake me up in the middle of the night to alert me to low blood sugars, then continues to bark until the Timmy wakes up. If I'm low, she follows me until she knows I am safe. If I'm high, she'll sit and stare at me until help arrives. She is my best friend and I am hers.
Doesn't she look good in a sombrero? :)
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Going low
Day two of last month's Diabetes Blog Week: Making the low go
I hate low blood sugar. Hate hate hate it. And, unfortunately, I have been experiencing it on a semi-regular basis recently. When it hits me, it can hit hard. Seeing numbers in the 40's or 50's isn't so unusual for me and one day recently, I hit 29. Yikes! :(
I keep snacks in my purse at all times and I always have trusty glucose tablets. They may have a nasty chalky taste (If you ever meet me, ask and I'll let you try one), but they get the job done quickly. I also try to keep juice boxes made for toddlers around. They have the perfect amount of carbs to raise that low.
Of course, this doesn't mean I'll refuse a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup or a Crunchie. I love those things. :)
I hate low blood sugar. Hate hate hate it. And, unfortunately, I have been experiencing it on a semi-regular basis recently. When it hits me, it can hit hard. Seeing numbers in the 40's or 50's isn't so unusual for me and one day recently, I hit 29. Yikes! :(
I keep snacks in my purse at all times and I always have trusty glucose tablets. They may have a nasty chalky taste (If you ever meet me, ask and I'll let you try one), but they get the job done quickly. I also try to keep juice boxes made for toddlers around. They have the perfect amount of carbs to raise that low.
Of course, this doesn't mean I'll refuse a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup or a Crunchie. I love those things. :)
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