In coming out of today's appointment and having the traffic jam to think about it, I'm torn in to two emotions: frustration with my HgA1C remaining stagnant despite my concerted efforts and shock, I guess, that something may be progressing with my diabetes separately from the pregnancy. I've become so accustomed to think of my medical situation as a high risk pregnancy due to diabetes that my diabetes just being my diabetes is odd... I'm probably putting too much thought into it and overanalyzing the whole thing, but being diabetic is so... normal... for me now that the thought of being considered as "newly diagnosed" floors me. I understand that there are men and women out there who have had type 1 diabetes since their childhoods and at my age they are likely settled into their insulin routines with a decade or two of experience under their belt, but I feel so settled and so diabetic in my own skin that the comparison takes active consideration rather than passing acknowledgement to register.
Well, for better or for worse, my diagnosis anniversary is just around the corner on January 25 and, if we're going with traditional gift choices, that means my pancreas and I should exchange either flowers or fruit to mark the date... we'll see how my next endocrinology appointment goes on January 9th, but I have a feeling we'll be skipping the carbs and going straight for the floral arrangements since that, at least, wont mess with me and Baby ;)