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He's the doctor. I'm the patient. He's a medical specialist. I'm a health writer. He's a diabetologist with 40-some-odd years of experience under his belt. I'm the diabetic who's lived with this disease every day for at least four years. But still, he's the expert and I pay him for his expertise, right? I should trust him, after all, he did earn it keeping me healthy through a diabetic pregnancy and ensuring my blood sugar stayed perfect throughout labor and delivery.
So when my endocrinologist asked me to humor him yesterday, I had to at least entertain the idea. All of my debating about whether to stick with insulin or try something else was in vain. My doctor has decided I don't need insulin after all. I don't need oral meds to stimulate insulin production either. All I need is to keep taking the metformin I started back on a few weeks ago. (READ MORE)

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They say if you want to hear God laugh, tell Him your plans. Well, my birth plan must have had Him in stitches.
After nine months of cramming for the "final exam," I had developed a good picture of what I wanted my son's birth to be like, and drew up a birth plan as instructed in Lamaze class. I knew flexibility was key, but I didn't realize it was the only thing I could count on.
The plan was to try to go as naturally as possible, with the option of pain meds if needed. I wanted mobility, a birthing ball, comfort techniques and the labor positions we had practiced for weeks. I wanted to let gravity do its job. (READ MORE)

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Part 2 of a 4 part series. See part 1.

On the way to the hospital, my husband commented that he didn't think this was really it. I wasn't curled up in a ball crying or cursing him out. Nothing like what he had seen on TV or heard about from his friends. It couldn't be the real deal. I wanted to choke him, but he was right.
As soon as we got to the hospital, the contractions stopped.
My blood pressure, however, was another story. It started climbing and continued to climb throughout the morning. Since women with diabetes are more likely to develop pre-eclampsia, the doctor ordered a 24-hour urine collection to check for protein. That meant spending the night in the hospital for observation. (READ MORE)

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Part 3 of a 4 part series. See part 1 and part 2

As night turned into day, the nurse cranked up the pitocin little by little, but I didn't feel a thing. The monitor didn't register many contractions either. In fact, the contractions I had felt at home for two days were much stronger.
Around 11 a.m., yet another OB from the group practice came in to check me. I was 4 cm dilated. She used the hook to break my water. All hell broke lose. The room started to turn over backwards. I was screaming, crying, gasping. I thought I was going to die. My husband held my hand and told me to breathe. I told him where he could shove it. (READ MORE)

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Just a few days to go until Halloween; the first of the food holidays. The stores have been stocked with trick or treat candy since Labor Day. I have fallen for that trap before - buy treats for the kiddos in early October, then again the next week and again the next because the candy keeps getting eaten up. The past 2 years I got wiser and don't buy the Halloween candy until less than 5 days to go. (That's not as smart as it sounds since we have not had a single trick or treater since we moved into this house in the woods 4 years ago!) (READ MORE)

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Dec. 5, 2005, was a frigid day in Missouri. I wrote in my journal that day that it did not get out of the teens all day. It was one of those days where the snot inside your nose freezes the second you walk outside.

 

The Mr. and I were driving to the hospital at 5 a.m. that day. A 45-minute drive to the closest bigger city where my OB, perinatologist and certified diabetes educator were located. Three years ago today I was being induced with No. 3 at 39 weeks and 4 days pregnant.
 

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Last Monday, I was all set to write a post titled "No More Excuses!" I basically had the whole thing written in my head. All I needed to do was type it, spell check it, and post it. The gist of it was I have no more excuses for putting off taking care of myself. The baptism party was over, there are no all-you-can-eat holidays in the very near future and the weather is expected to warm up enough for me to walk outside again soon.
That's it. No more excuses. No reasons for letting my blood sugar slide. No whining that it's too cold to exercise. No cupcakes in the cupboards. Absolutely nothing to get in my way. I was set to diet, to exercise and to take care of my diabetes. And nothing was gonna stop me now. (READ MORE)

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Today, Monday, I start a new job. To supplement my personal training business and this blogging job, I have decided to do some work landscaping. I love to work outside. I have done some work with this company before. When I was 18, my good friend and I worked there for a summer job. It was very hard and physically taxing work. I spent a lot of 8 hour shifts shoveling dirt, rocks, and mulch. A lot of time was spent bending over or on my knees planting, sweating, and working with my hands and body. (READ MORE)

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Lately my control has been great. A month ago, I can honestly say that it wasn't. When I blogged about my last endocronologist appointment, my diabetes was in the driver's seat. I was getting a two thumbs down rating from the critics. Well, if you have been staying up with my entries, you know that as of lately my schedule has changed drastically. My new daily routine is making a HUGE DIFFERENCE with my sugars (This is the part where I attempt to sound smart and provide you with some advice that you are probably already know.) I just want to say to you, if you are a diabetic, or know someone who is, and if you currently have an irregular daily schedule(like me when I was personal training with random hours), then I can tell you that you will GREATLY benefit from getting on a day-to-day routine. (READ MORE)

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The phonetic syllables /mey dey/ are rife with meaning.

 

As a child, I envisioned "May Day" much in the manner in which Renaissance Faire players open and close the faire day: with costumed dancers weaving around a flower-and-ribbon-festooned pole, creating intricate patterns in both ribbon and step as they pass over and under each other, turning around and around and around. At some point along that axis, the vision of morris dancing entered the picture, as well as hunting, flower gathering, and so on. In short, May Day had entered the common vernacular as a more meaningful celebration of spring than the vernal equinox itself. (Then again, how many buds, leaves, blooms, and blossoms do we see around St. Patrick's Day?)

 

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