Week Twenty-two Mishmash

Laziness? Nah.

Busyness? Sure.

I just haven't had it in me to blog recently, which makes me think I'm never going to win any OC award because I haven't given anyone enough new content to consider.

But honestly, sometimes I read people's posts about, I don't know, testing their blood sugars, or having a low or a high, or where they wore their pump today, and I think, "That's what people want to write? And more importantly, that's what people want to read?"

I just react to these events, which happen to me daily, and move on. I honestly don't think they're much to write about. I mean, my hypoglycemia unawareness is pretty fierce right now, but becuase I'm testing constantly, it doesn't surprise me when I start driving and see I'm 70 or 54. I just grab a few LifeSavers and keep going and the sugars always go up.

Instead, I think about how obsessive I was trying to pick health insurance for next year. How I quiz and question every rep that comes to my office, or who drops off marketing material at Mr. Lyrehca's office. And I don't really bemoan the rising costs of it all. I just accept it for what it is, and know that without it, I'd have no money at all to maintain anything.

Sort of similar to the cost of all the infertility treamtent over the past year: we agonized over it, did what we had to do to minimize the costs as best we could, signed up for a second insurance to cover a portion of what the primary insurance didn't cover, and just pay the bills, bit by bit, months later.

I mean, is that even worth blogging about?

My blase-ness even extends over to last week's big news about curing type 1 diabetes in mice. While I've seen hopeful posts and excited comments from people all over the diabetes blogosphere, I'm with some of the type 1s I've read who say, "I'll believe it when I see it in effective human trials." I mean, twenty-nine years of type 1 will do that to you.

In the meantime, I continue to take more insulin than I ever have before to maintain relatively good blood sugars, and my belly and uterus continue to expand. I'm 22 weeks today and while I wonder if the occaisional aches and gas pains I feel are really the movement of a healthy fetus, I know the kid is growing because I get bigger every damn day. A shirt I wore two weeks ago looked really bad this weekend when I attempted to wear it again.

What else? We started to look at day cares today, which is surreal when the student-in-question is still in utero. And yet, to guarantee a space for next fall, now's the time to check places out. It's all still up in the air about what I'll end up doing, but at least we're seeing what it's like at these day cares and what the costs are and how I might be able to swing working from home without my endless commutes and long hours of my current staff job.

And in totally unrelated news, I'm doing a ton of freelance work. I stayed home from my day job today to check out the day care centers, and ended up doing some freelance from home this morning and got emails from editors about picking up some other potential assignments. This is the sort of thing that thrills me--that people know I'm good at the kind of work I do and seek me out for freelance work.