When an insulin pen that typically lasts 10-12 days has to last 15 because insurance companies like to go on power trips…
Your AWESOME diabetic team basically calls em up and gets it all situated for you, saying under no circumstances should ANY diabetic, much less one 36 weeks pregnant (thus battling some pretty raging hormones, if you catch my drift…) be “rationing” their remaining insulin, so you go in and happily pick up your supply a few days later, instead of needing to ration your insulin.
There’s a lot that can be said here but rather than get into the fuckery of insurance and their red tape/regulations, I’m choosing to focus on the power of COMMUNICATION. By communicating my situation to my team, they were able to advocate and find a solution for me, happily, as that is their job and what they are paid to do. They wield more power than we the consumers do, so let them help!
Do not “suffer in silence” – speak up and let someone help you; there is always a way!
8 months today.
Still trying to wrap my head around that, honestly.
Pregnancy is the only thing I’ve experienced where time speeds up while slowing down, simultaneously.
What 8 months means for me includes a much, much foggier brain, which means I don’t remember much so if you wanna tell me something important, make sure I write it down… it means a much slower lifestyle (when I’m running errands I’m moving slowly but I feel like I’m not even moving!), it means much more emotional sensitivity, a little more anxiety, MANY more pee breaks (we’ve blurred the line between breaks now so life feels like one giant pee break), more heat sensitivity, oh and so much excitement to meet this little nugget that has graduated from punching and kicking my insides to head butting me…
All in all, still feeling pretty good, still grateful for this whole experience, still in disbelief at how fast (and yet, slo-o-o-ow) my pregnancy has gone and yet, still wanna keep this baby safe and protected inside of me forever (figuratively, NOT literally!)
(Yes, I have totally popped recently! Don’t adjust your screens, you aren’t imagining things!)
Today has just been one of those days where pregnancy kicks my ass.
I’m blessed this isn’t the norm, and grateful I have a husband who can prepare the slightly indulgent dinner my heart desires (WITHOUT judging me 😉)… tomorrow is a new day!
Did you have an easy pregnancy?
I know my St Patrick’s day workout shirt says LUCKY… but it should say blessed! It’s so cute I couldn’t resist.
I know I’m blessed and that’s why I’m soaking this whole pregnancy in – the challenges and all. It’s all part of a blessing this size.
I know SO many worthy men and women who are trying and trying and haven’t gotten their blessings YET, and my heart continues to go out to them as I send out baby blessings. I hold out faith it will happen for them, as it happened for me and so many others. I BELIEVE.
So today and all days, I will continue to feel so blessed and continue to spread that forward.
So blown away by all of the love, support, excitement and kind words!
We have such an amazing circle and we could not be more grateful 💕
No ones life is perfect.
No ones family is perfect.
No ones body is perfect.
But you are here. Your heart is beating. Your blood is flowing, and oxygen is enabling you to breathe.
So yes, there is always something to be grateful and thankful for. Use those as your base and build upon it!
I’m grateful and thankful for too many things to list so ill try to sum it up… I’m thankful for my life and the ability to live it, grateful for all the amazing people I’m blessed to have be a part of it, and truly honored to have so much love and laughter in my life. Happy thanksgiving all!
What’s something else YOU are thankful for?
Today and every day, I am thankful for this guy, for so many reasons, but today’s focus is on how he steps up and keeps me fed well. I don’t mind chopping and meal prep, but I don’t love cooking, and he always steps up and helps me out with my prep and all of our meals, and I can never thank him enough for it!
Marriage is a partnership 💕
(I should note he isn’t really a chef, but if you tasted his stuff, you wouldn’t know that! He has lived with 3 professional chefs who are all his best friends, so he has gained a lot of skills and knowledge!)
You ARE free to do what you want.
Or not do what you don’t want to do.
You are FREE to choose.
But you are not free from the consequence of your choice 😉
That’s the #truthbomb for ya today.
(ps: on social media, I have seen some people picking on/mocking the people who cared enough to vote and use their voice, and want to let the world KNOW that they realize that voting is both a right AND a privilege by proudly displaying a sticker… why? Why are we cutting people down for that again?
I took a selfie with my sticker because sticker or not, I’m PROUD to be able to vote, GRATEFUL to have the right, and THANKFUL enough to exercise it! The sticker may be just that, a sticker… but it also represents something much bigger, something much deeper. 🇺🇸
That you are more concerned with someone’s sticker than you are about working towards change and using YOUR voice says way more about you than it does about anyone else.)
This goof kept me company for some of my workout, which started off rough due to a headache and low sugars, so she sat me down, told me to eat a banana and let it work it’s magic, and then get to it when I was ready.
I do not always love the “waiting period”, but it’s important to not begin an intense workout on low blood sugars – to do so would be silly and irresponsible, and while I have my flaws, I would like to think that I have become a responsible person who puts my health first over my pride and ego (or at least, it is a work in progress!)
Coach Roxy is all business, and she does her coaching from the comfort of the couch!
I love her so much, sometimes I honestly feel she senses when Mama needs some help/company and stays with me… of course, it could just be that she’s a female dog who does what she wants, but in my Mama heart, I feel like she just knows…