This morning I went to the Endo’s office for our standard monthly appointment. I am starting to feel like a regular over there. The nurse and receptionist know me by name when I walk in the door, and the doctor and I seem to have found a sort of common ground upon which to manage my diabetes. You might remember that I was not 100% sold on him in the beginning, but things have improved immensely.
We are working more like a collaborative team now. In the beginning, it was more of a power struggle … It seemed like he wanted to control everything and, well … so did I. Maybe he has gained some confidence in me and that has allowed him to grant me a little bit of autonomy. Maybe I have just relaxed a bit because he has proven himself to be knowledgeable and accommodating. Whatever happened, the result is a much more agreeable relationship, one where we can work together to get the results we both want. I couldn’t be happier.
Anyhow, the appointment went very well. I was in and out in less than a half hour. My A1C is STILL 5.2. How is that even remotely possible? Truth be told, I am suspicious that the A1C test is not really an accurate read on my diabetes management, but I’m a little too preoccupied with this whole baby thing right now to dig into that whole can of worms.
He commented that I’ve only gained two pounds since my last appointment and asked if the High-Risk OB was concerned. Thankfully, I just had an ultrasound last week, so we know that BabyNoName is clocking in at exactly the right weight. So there are no concerns on the weight front. It turns out that when you are already overweight before you conceive, you do not need to gain nearly as much weight as you would need to if you were at a healthy weight. For once, my weight issues have turned out to be a good thing, and my fears of ballooning to the size of a semi-truck during pregnancy have been unfounded. Hopefully I can keep it up for the next three months!
My blood pressure was also great: 120/70 or something like that, and the pulse and feeling in my feet were both strong. Because it was early in the morning, he did not even get to see my swollen ankles. Pretty amazing all things considered.
I have one more appointment scheduled with him before my due date. I will see him in May, but not in June. I can’t believe that I only have one more appointment with the Endo before I deliver. I remember standing at the receptionist’s counter seven months ago and scheduling all eight appointments at once. I was wondering how I would ever make time to fit all of them in. It seemed like the end was a lifetime away.