Emotionally, however, I realized that, even though it's unfair, I want other people to validate the sacrifices I am making to manage my disease. I felt like my husband should just "know" how it feels to have to calculate everything I eat, all day long, and be more sensitive to my struggle.
The thing is, people without diabetes, no matter how wonderfully supportive and attentive they are to their diabetic loved ones, can't ever know the intricacies of living daily with this disease. I know it's irrational to expect my husband or mom or anyone else to think like a diabetic, and I wouldn't want them to have to anyway. However, sometimes feelings aren't rational, right?
We ended up driving to another coffee place where they each got a pastry and coffee and I ate my Lärabar (which tasted especially delicious with a few sips of Dennis's latte!) My blood sugars were great all day on Sunday, in no small part because of simply knowing the carbohydrate content of everything I ate. I was sure to thank both Dennis and my mom for their support.
In the end, my mini-meltdown reminded me that diabetes is hard. You can focus on how well you're handling it and feel good about the disciplined choices you're making. However, it still requires an incredible amount of mental energy to maintain the level of control required in a diabetic pregnancy.
It's good to let yourself express those feeling of frustration and exhaustion from time to time. Even better to do so constructive, before you end up having a meltdown in a public place!