The hubs and I had a discussion last week over dinner. My A1C is fantastic on paper. I have a CGM getting plugged in tomorrow. I’ve micromanaged my diet so bad that I actually refused to eat just about any carb source while at my family’s get together this weekend that I couldn’t measure out completely. (And walked away from a red velvet cake… unheard of!) With the exception of the strange hormonal lows and highs for this week, which are expected, I’m pretty much staying true to that A1C. This is my last week of this BCP pack.
So why not just pull the goalie and start taking free kicks?
I still have my endo’s email in the back of my mind, stating I really should get my sugars to be consistently >90 for fastings and >130 for post meals. And sometimes… that happens. Other times, not so much. But I also hear my OB’s voice saying that “I’m a gold star patient and so many young women come in to her office already pregnant with 10.1% A1Cs… and still have healthy babies, blah blah blah.”
The whole kiddo thing changes everything, blood sugar wise, so I don’t know why I keep waiting for my endo to give me the proverbial green light if there isn’t much of a risk on paper.
I’m also not really sure how long it’s going to take to get pregnant. My hubs and I are a hot mess in the eyes of an infertility specialist, but we want to try anyway. In fact, I don’t even want to say “we’re trying.” Saying that you are “trying to get pregnant” implies you have expectations that you will get pregnant and when you don’t, you drive yourself mad. I’d like to just say that we’ve pulled the goalie and letting God do his thang.
And to think I get measured for a new ballroom dress on Sunday…
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Been there. Done that. Have the t-shirt and a beautiful healthy girl, but it wasn’t easy. Wishing you a quick dance…(Wait. That came out wrong…) Wishing you a future of itty bitty dance shoes soon!