D is for Diabetes, but also for...

Diapers! As in, "it potty training time"! Now, I've never potty trained a child without D, so I have nothing to compare it to, but it's kinda difficult on a whole 'nutha level.

Elise has actually done fantastic when it comes to going pee on the toilet. She actually can do everything by herself, including pulling her underwear and pants down, getting up on the toilet, wiping herself, getting back down, and washing her hands. She's in underwear full-time, except for at nap time and night, and the first thing she asks for when she gets up in the morning is to put on her underwear. My kid is exceptional at this pee-pee stuff.

Except when her BG is high.

And when this becomes a problem is when we're out in public. Like the other night, Fred and I were out with Elise, shopping for a new sofa. On a side note, have you ever done this while pregnant? Don't. Because you will be so tired from dragging your booty around showrooms the size of football stadiums, that you will be tempted to buy the first thing you set said booty down onto. No matter how ugly and floral the pattern may be.

Anyway, as Elise careened around the store, flinging herself onto various furniture types, I kept praying that her tiny, inexperienced bladder wouldn't let loose on anything that was for sale. Or if she did, she choose leather, so we could just wipe it off.

On the other hand, it would have been a fantastic way to test that pricey stain-guard every salesperson kept trying to sell us on.

The reason I was so nervous is that her BG was in the mid 300s due to a weird post-dinner spike.

Then, a few days ago, we were at our local rec center's open gym time. It is so wonderful... a huge, air-conditioned gym with bunches of free-range children mucking about while the Moms and Dads can just sit and relax. They have tricycles, gym mats, giant padded blocks to build forts with... and (gulp) a bounce house. Which Elise spent most of her time in.

I kept a very watchful eye on the house, waiting to see a mass exodus of children spilling out from the opening; screaming that someone had pee-peed in the bounce house and that someone happened to be my poor, little girl who was running around with a BG in the mid-200s.

Thankfully, in both instances, nothing happened. But it still worries me. I don't want Elise to suffer any embarrassment or shame for something she can't really help. She gets upset at herself when it happens at home, and I'm very careful to act like it's okay. But other people don't understand, because they don't know.

So for the next little while, people will probably hear me ask my child is she needs to use the toilet about every 10 minutes or so, and think I'm a little nuts because of it.

But I don't mind. Just another thing on the very loooooong list of what makes D such a pain.