Really- Almost 2 years?

How can that even be possible. I can show you...

First it was about 4 months of "I am so sick I can barely get off the couch" Followed by seemingly thousands of parking validation stickers going in and out of the Joslin Clinic at BI. An a**load of test strips, an amazingly supportive husband and the new love of my life.

About 4 hours after that photo was taken, my water broke and we were off to the hospital. I was having a scheduled c-section because of the location of some retanopothy (I never can spell that). At first I was a little upset that diabetes was going to dictate how my child was born. But I quickly got over that when I remembered how lucky I was that I was able to have a child in the first place.

My daughter decided that she didn't want to wait till Monday morning, she was coming Sunday night. So about 16 hours short of my scheduled c-section, she was born. On the way to the hospital my blood sugar dropped from a steady 140 to 55 in a matter of minutes. We got to the hospital and about 4 hours later, a nice doctor- who kinda looked like Prince- delivered my precious Lucy Clara. I have never been so proud, and so humbled, than the moment she was born. No problems, no blood sugar issues, just pure perfection. (and the coolest dark hair with frosted blond tips)

In the blink of an eye, and a lot of sleepless nights she has grown into a funny toddler who has an affinity for big bird.

And what brought me back to the land of the blogging? The terrifying and thrilling idea that we are going to try and do it all over again. My A1c needs to come down a solid point, and nothing seems to be going my way diabetes wise. So I am back to what worked last time. Time, patience, and support from other people who can understand how I am disappointed that my diabetes is going to, yet again, take control of my life and upcoming (hopeful) pregnancy - yet resilient enough to do it all again. Because in the end, the snuggle of my "sweet goose" tells me that it was all worth it. Every appointment, every test, every worry.

I hope to blog and keep track of this pregnancy the way I intended to the last time. For now, I am waiting for a pre-pregnancy appointment so we can come up with a plan on how to get this baby here. Lucy needs a playmate.