As we hurtle towards the end of the second trimester things seem to be going well (she says touching wood, holding a lucky rabbit’s foot and looking round wildly for a leprechaun).
Insulin requirements are creeping up pretty continuously now and I’m adjusting basals and carb ratios a couple of times a week to keep up. Something interesting is happening in the early hours of the morning – for the last 6 years one constant for me has been that I need less insulin between 2.30 and 5.30am otherwise I go low. Now I’m finding I need more insulin at that time than either before or after it for the first time ever. I assume the baby is sneaking out to the shops and getting some form of delayed midnight feast that requires extra insulin to deal with.
Carbs are an interesting experience. In the naivety of pre pregnancy idealism I’d imagined that I may eat a slightly lower carb diet in pregnancy to help avoid post meal spikes. In my dreams. My body has the view that if it doesn’t have carbs in it, I’m not really that interested in eating in. I could live quite happily off toast, fruit and cereal if left to eat just what I fancied. So, using the excellent all round get out clause of “the baby must need them, that’s why I want them so much” I’m eating as many carbs as normal and getting used to bolusing in volume. 3 units for an apple anyone?
Through the luck of good scheduling I’ve had 2 clear weeks with no hospital appointments. I feel a bit like I’ve been on holiday, I can’t tell you how nice it’s been just to be left alone for a while. Normal service resumes next week with a scan, antenatal, diabetes clinic and breastfeeding classes. Pray for our souls.
In non-diabetes news, the dreaded heartburn has started to set in at night. A quick swig of Gaviscon calms things down. Never having had the joys of heartburn before I’m new to this wonder substance. Every time I take it I’m left wondering what made them sit down in a meeting and decide, I know, let’s make something that has the consistency of peppermint flavoured phlegm. It works a treat, but it makes me want to gag.