Week Seventeen: A Diabetic Pregnancy Poem.

I've embarked on a journey where

My mind, body, and spirit will try

To balance a growing baby

With a depleted beta cell supply.

It's of upmost importance 

To keep my glucose levels appealing.

I'm reacting so swiftly 

To every number, every alarm, every feeling.

But it's really quite challenging 

To follow all of their rules

Because all of it has importance -

In range numbers, and more food.

Alas, those two don't often jive.

Most times, they fight and bicker.

"You need a lot of carbs!"

That's the real kicker.

I'm trying my very best,

Though meter results don't always reflect it.

I'm doing everything I know how

For this little one, so I can protect it.

However, I am realistic

And I recognize there's no perfection.

And where I seem to "fail"

It's not a personal reflection.

I have diabetes!

This is how it it works, you see!

It will - oh hang on a minute,

I once again have to pee.

This pregnancy can be fun,

But it's also a lot of work.

The doctors, the labs

The worries that lurk.

Let's not even talk about

Future childcare or school.

It's overwhelming to think that far ahead.

One thing at a time, fool.

So for now, I'll stick to now.

Only 23 weeks left to go!

I'll be sewing and crafting and ordering and unpacking -

I think this is called "nesting like whoa".

Every time I take one of these, I just feel like
I'm taking a picture of my hand. (And now you know
what the restroom at work looks like.)