Twice this week I've literally said "Oh crap! That's this week? Once was for a birthday party for No. 1 and once was the realization that my next endo appointment is Tuesday.

I'm feeling rather confident going into this appointment. OK, actually I think I'm being a little too cocky. I sort of feel like my A1C is going to be the most amazing drop from a 9 that anyone has ever seen just because I've started walking more and the Novolog is really, really helping my numbers. And I know this because I'm actually testing more than once or twice a day. I need to sort of bring myself down to size, but I really doubt that will happen until I get the results of my A1C test.

In the time that I saw Dr. C last, I have started and stopped Byetta, developed terrible TERRIBLE seasonal allergies that a steroid shot didn't even touch, started nasal allergy medicines, found myself walking at least five days a week, and rather enjoying the control I seem to have taking Novolog.

Up until the other day, I thought this appointment was going to be a breeze. And then I remembered that I'd have to be specific about why I didn't like Byetta (very little wiggle room) and why I do like Novolog (can pretty much eat whatever I want), that I'd have to own up to what I suspect will be a several-pound weight gain (haven't bothered getting on the scale in a while), and that I'd have to explain why I think I want to try Symlin.

Dr. C is amazingly non-judgmental, though. I feel like he really gets that we're human and that finding the right mix of exercise and medicine can often be a rigorous trial of experimentation. Not only that, but when I tell him that I'm an overeater with a major sweet tooth, he seems to just place that under the "we're human" umbrella.

Yes, I'm still looking forward to this appointment. I'm excited to tell him about the small progress I've made since our last appointment.

Would a butt slap a la football be too much to ask? Maybe a chest slam and a roar?