So...on our one year anniversary I found out I was pregnant. That's June 13
th. I was a little surprised to say the least, and totally not expecting it. But then I was a little excited too. And a lot scared. After all, I had been told for years and years that being pregnant and diabetic is hard. And scary. And dangerous. And high risk. And, oh yes...my favorite:
Doctor: "You want to have kids?"
Me: "Very much."
Doctor: "Well, then you can have them!"
Of course, I immediately called the doctor's office. Because that's what you do when you are a high risk pregnant lady, right? There must be doctor appointment after doctor appointment that you need to go to. And nutrition. And diabetes stuff. Right?
Nurse: "We have an appointment for you to see Dr. Wong on July 10."
Me: "July 10?"
Nurse: "Yes. That's when the doctors want to see you to confirm your pregnancy, etc."
That was a month away!! What about all of those important appointments and the high risk, oh-my-gosh-you-can't-just-go-get-pregnant warnings I had received? I guess they weren't all that important or high risk after all. So for a month I kept my blood sugars going, emailed my endocrinologist the information she needed and waited.
Did I mention that it was probably the most anxious time in my life?