Even my dreams won't let me have a bit of rest. I had weird dreams all night of having a newborn, and somehow I had to go back to traveling for work when it (he or she was never revealed in the dream) was only 2 weeks old. And I couldn't find a babysitter. So I was trying to travel with a 2 weeks old and take it to work with me.
So, something I haven't mentioned much here is that I've officially been declared diabetic by my PCP. He's sending me to an endocrinologist, because apparently the oral diabetes medications are not approved for sue during conception/pregnancy, so while we're trying, my only option is... vials/injections.
To say I am bummed is an understatement. I want to do what is best for my health, but really? As if I needed something else added on. Now I have to worry about finding hotel rooms with a fridge, how to get this stuff through airport security in the right way. I have to add testing my blood sugar to my list of morning activities, on top of temping, and my usual morning routine.
I know, I am whining. My health is at stake, and I should just be gung ho about taking care of it. But, this is my blog, so whine whine bitch whine. ;)
Or, you never know, maybe when I get to the endo, they'll have a different opinion? It's really up to them. Making the appointment today...