Now that I no longer have to fret about my diabetes, I have a new worry: What if I gave it to my son?

I have to assume that is a pretty common worry among mothers (and fathers) with diabetes. Did my son inherit my faulty diabetes gene along with my ticklish feet?

On the Diabetic Mommy support group I belong to, it is very common for moms to start freaking out that their child may have diabetes. He's drinking too much, he's peeing too much, he falls asleep after meals, etc. With these worries, a mom will then test her child, usually at the exact wrong moment, like when he has juice all over his fingers or just ate a big bowl of cornflakes, to get a higher than normal reading. Usually anything over 100 will do a sufficient job of bringing a diabetic mom to a full panic. 

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Now that my diabetes is back under control again, I have plenty of time and energy to obsess over other things. Namely my beautiful little boy, who's 7 months old already, and making sure the world is safe for him and future generations. (Note: This has absolutely NOTHING to do with diabetes!)

It started around Earth Day. We "celebrated" the day like any other day. My husband put pesticides on the front lawn (die grubs! die!) and I carted home a dozen (doubled) disposable plastic bags of groceries, including a big bag of Pampers. I then proceeded to clean the house, using standard petroleum-based cleaners and paper towels.

Needless to say, we weren't a very green household.

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Diabetes wise, things have been really quiet for me lately. So quiet, so even keeled, so mild mannered in fact, that I practically feel like I'm cured. I know, the dreaded C word again. 

I know I'm not really cured. I still watch what I eat, test my blood sugar and take two pills before dinner (Prandin and Metformin). But compared to a few months ago, when my life was a rollercoaster ride of highs and lows, way-too-frequent monitoring and crazy food restrictions, it's like I don't even have diabetes anymore.   (READ MORE)

I walked into my local Whole Foods Body store with the best of intentions. I wanted just one item. I didn't know what brand to buy, but I had a general idea of what I was looking for. When the salesperson said the magic words, "What can I help you find today," I should have run far away. Instead, we started a dialog that left me leaving the store with a full bag and an empty wallet. (READ MORE)

It's been a while since I last updated and I apologize for that. Sometimes life just takes over.

A lot has happened in the last few weeks. When I last checked in, my blood sugar was crazy high, my vision was suffering the consequences and my endo was terribly unresponsive. Since then, I changed doctors, went back on the meds I took prior to getting pregnant, got my blood sugar back under control and can read the clock on the DVR again. I feel so much better.

I still haven't officially told my endo that I don't want to see him any more. I plan on writing him a Dear John letter soon. The final straw was that I contacted him regarding my vision problems and my shakey control and he told me to take metformin again. I asked to go back on the meds I took before seeing him and he ignored me. I felt that I had humored him long enough. (READ MORE)

Since getting my hands on a review copy of Jenny Ruhl's new book, "Blood Sugar 101: What they don't tell you about diabetes" (Technion Books), I haven't been able to put it down.

Finally, an intellegent book about type 2 diabetes that tells it like it is and offers practical advice without talking down to me or engaging in quackery. Reading it, I feel like I did when met best friend Sue in middle school or when first found Diabetic Mommy. There's someone else who gets it! (READ MORE)