The street we normally trick-or-treat on was consumed with kids and families last night. It was really fun because I can't ever remember seeing so many people out at once. However, with that many people parading up the street, some of us got caught in clumps. And one of my pet peeves is people I don't know walking too closely to me. I can't stand feeling like someone is literally breathing down my neck.

With The Mr. and the kids walking several paces in front of me while I dealt with some horrendous foot cramps (man am I pushing the water today!), I took the opportunity to stop and let someone pass me by.

"Hey, are you Michelle?" the woman asked as I stepped aside.

I was shocked that, first of all, someone recognized me, and that she could see me in the dark.

"Yes," I said.

"I'm Cheryl L."

"Oh my gosh!" I literally screamed. "Hi! How are you?"

"I'm great!" I think she was laughing at me, at my enthusiasm for seeing her.

"There she is," I said pointing to No. 3 who was nestled in The Mr.'s arms. "She'll be two in December," I said beaming as we walked closer to my family.

"Ah, so you're the one your mommy had to learn to take shots for," Cheryl said admiring the baby.

Cheryl was my first-ever certified diabetes educator. When we first met, we discussed why she was involved in diabetes education and it was clear to me that she had a passion for wanting to help people with this disease based on some family history. We had just the one meeting, and talked only once after that several weeks later when I called in a near-panic to tell her that I was pregnant. With no high-risk obstetrician (aka perinatologist) in my tiny town, I started to see a CDE in another city where my perinatologist was located. I did see Cheryl once after No. 3 was born when I was at our local hospital getting bloodwork done.

Last night we talked and walked and she told me that The Mr. had been the little league football coach for one of her sons. When she asked how I was doing I refrained from giving her a rundown of my diabetes management over the last two years. That's not really what she wanted to know. But why do I feel compelled to tell nearly everyone in diabetes management positions the medicines I'm taking, how often I exercise, how much weight I've lost, what's not working and anything else diabetes related that I can think of?

After we got the kids in the car for the short trip home, I told The Mr. who I had been talking to.

"She's the one you didn't like, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I'm a lot less angry now."