I'm tired.
It's time to fess up, I'm twelve weeks pregnant and dear lord I have never been so exhausted in my life.
I literally found out two weeks after I lost my job. Timing could not have been better, and while I immediately started doing all the right things, especially considering my existing diabetes beforehand, holy crap I've never felt this bad in my life. My entire existence is now pricking my finger five times a day to make sure my numbers are at least reasonable, and depending on the reading I either feel like a failure or I still feel like a failure because I'm not supposed to be too low either. I literally got chastised for getting my A1C down from a 6.6 to 5.9 in two weeks. My goal is 5.6 but I guess I'm not supposed to do it in a month.
I'm pretty sure I need another insulin, this twice a day pokey stuff isn't cutting it as far as post meals go. So that means more pokey, probably double the pokey and ugh.
I know that as soon as my son/daughter is born, it's all going to be worth it. All of this stress and anxiety and fatigue. I just gotta hang in there.
Thanks to those who wished me good vibes and congratulated me!
I couldn't start when I was supposed to, which was today, but hopefully on Wednesday the background check comes through and I can start next Monday.