I've worked very hard over the last few weeks. There's no denying that.
I've logged blood sugar numbers on the Kevin spreadsheet and busted my butt to keep up with the maintenance of those logbooks.
Chris and I have counted carb after carb, making sure that I'm dosing accordingly.
I have changed some of my "bad habits" here and there in efforts to get crap under better control in pursuit of BabySparl. (I even gave up coffee. For anyone who knows me, THAT is a huge thing. Huge-r than logging numbers.)
And yesterday, after spending the entire day under the weather, my phone rang. Dr. CT was calling with my A1C results.
"Kerri? This is Dr. CT. I have your blood work back."
I was napping off my illness just before she called, so I had to shove the cat off my head and rub the sleep from my eyes. "Okay. How'd I do?"
"Wonderful. This is just great - such progress! You're at 6.3%. You have done a fine job."
"No kidding? 6.3? That's the lowest I've had in years. Ever, maybe."
"Well I wanted to call and tell you personally. I saw these results and said, 'Oh. This will be a fun call!'"
"Thanks, Dr. CT. Thanks for calling."
And that's that.
There's so much swirling around me right now and so much change on the horizon that I'm excited, ready, scared, and overwhelmed and all I can think is that tomorrow marks 23 years that I've been living with type 1 diabetes and I'm still learning so much every. single. day.