Doug tried to be funny this morning. “Hey, you get to learn a new skill today.” But I don’t want to know how to stab my fingers all day long and give myself shots. I don’t like the nurse on the phone reminding me to bring a photo ID so I can get my needles. I hate what all this is going to cost before it’s over with and more than anything I am terrified of the all the increased risks for our baby. I am angry with my body for failing me and ashamed to be such a bother when there are so many people out there who need medical attention more than I do. Mostly I am just sad and unhappy.