7 Weeks and 6 Days.

Almost 8 weeks. 8. Freakin. Weeks.

It’s been tough, not gunna lie guys. This nausea is kicking my ass. I almost wish I could throw up to just get rid of it. Today I actually woke up quite fine and I had peppermint tea with my breakfast and didn’t have much nausea until after lunch. It has been downhill from there. I emailed my doctor yesterday and she got back to me today and told me she would prescribe me some meds to help so I’ll have to pick them up next week since work gets in the way of the times I’m available and the pharmacy is open :/ bummer. I want them asap.

Other symptoms are sense of smell. I can’t remember if I’ve already mentioned this before but I didn’t think I had a heightened sense of smell until I noticed my dogs breath suddenly smells like he ate a fresh pile of sh!t. I asked my boyfriend if he thinks his breath smells that bad and he told me it was just me *shrugs*. Also, doing the dishes is really hard for me to do if there’s any sort of smell. I’ve been trying to avoid cleaning them but so has my boyfriend so I end up getting stuck doing them anyways lol. My plan clearly doesn’t work.

Food. I have no real appetite unless I smell something really good that I have to have. I still eat of course. My dinners have been extremely carb heavy because it’s all I ever feel like eating. Mexican food, pasta, rice, etc. But I still manage to keep my numbers in check! So that’s good. I’ve recently had tests done and my A1C dropped even lower to 4.8! I really want to feel better so I can get back to cooking and eating better. Veggies just never sound good anymore. I’ve actually been loving fruit. I bought raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, wAtermelon, plums, and nectarines over the weekend! The berries are my fave. I make sure to eat them at certain times and obviously limit my portion to control my blood sugars.

Work seems to be kicking my butt. I’m usually exhausted after work and during work I feel like complete crap because of the nausea. I feel bad for anyone who asks how I’m doing because the answer is always the same. I also feel bad like I’m not doing the best that I can because of lack of energy and just feeling sick. I hate to complain all the time, I know a lot of other women have it 10x worse. But for me this is my struggle right now.

Anyways, I can only hope this icky stuff disappears soon! I’m looking forward to being happy and enjoying this pregnancy before I can’t see my feet anymore.

Liz

Blog Post #1

I think I’ll start this first blog post by introducing myself if you don’t already know who I am. You can call me Liz. I named my blog Liz with Type One because I am a Type One Diabetic! I’ve recently had my diaversary and I have had it for two years now. Being diagnosed was one of the worst things I’ve had to deal with on my own. I know my family supported me but I definitely had moments where I felt extremely alone and that nobody understood me, or tried to understand what I was going through. I try to think that diabetes doesn’t define me but it’s a major part of who I am now. People can think, “oh just eat better” “just work out more” “just do this or do that” and thats not really how it works. But anyways, I can get into diabetes more later in my posts but I’ll try to keep this somewhat short and simple.

I am 25 years old and am a fur mom to two animals. My dog, Wilson, and my cat, Moka. I couldn’t imagine my life without them. If you have animals, I’m sure you know the feeling. I have been with my boyfriend for 8 years and hoping for many more to come! He’s my bestie. We met in high school. Although our relationship wasn’t perfect in the beginning, I’d say we grew so much together and are nothing how we used to be. Thats also a good thing, a very good thing.

I’ve loved writing ever since I could remember. I have always had journals since I was a young girl. Looking back, they were super emo and probably every page said “I hate my life!” followed by more emo writings. I wrote in them mostly to let out anger or sadness. It wasn’t until a couple years ago I decided to get a journal that I would write positive things in. I felt that I was able to still let out any kind of sadness but I would write it in a way that wasn’t super depressing. Also, since I’m not a teenager anymore I think I’m probably less dramatic than before (but still a little dramatic).

I’m here to start this blog to document events in my life, to share my happiness, and to share things I love and hopefully connect with others who love the same things! Hopefully this first post wasn’t a complete mess. I feel like I have so much to say sometimes that I bounce off of so many topics! I tried keeping this one simple.

Until Next Time,

Liz