I’ve had a number of blogs over the years. Most abandoned after I lose the original premise. (Or I finish the project associated with it.)
I’ve been doing some research and decided that there a TON of stories, blogs, web groups, forums and so forth about being a type 1 diabetic at child-bearing age. However, most of them have gone on to bigger and better things. Like parenting. Or book deals. Or both.
So – let’s start fresh. Because I’m sure others are looking for perspective.
First, introductions. I’m Jen.
I’m 31. I’ve been a type 1 diabetic for 30 of those years. (So yes, I know nothing else.)
I’m a pumper. (My Minimed is pink.)
I’m a ballroom and swing dancer. I compete and perform often. No, I won’t be on Dancing with the Stars. Yes, I rhinestone everything possible.
My husband and I live in Northern California and we have two cats.
My ultimate goal is to get my blood sugars in check so that we can eventually start our family. Not that cats aren’t great “kids.” Just… well, the fur is a bit awkward. Currently, the ye ol’ A1C hovers around 7.0. It should be around 5.6-6.0. And honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been in that good of control.
Currently, I’m interviewing an all new medical staff so I can have a solid team whenever we decide to start trying. Until then, you get to read about all of my dance stories, because frankly, the hubs is tired of listening. Just kidding. Sort of.