I went out to brunch with Aaron and another friend Flash yesterday. My husband was looking after the baby, so I left him with the nappy bag and all the other baby paraphernalia, and packed myself a separate bag (normally I keep all my stuff in the nappy bag too to save taking more than one bag). Unfortunately, I also left my BG tester in the nappy bag.

I remember times long ago when I would regularly go out without my tester, but since all this pregnancy malarky I guess I’ve gone a bit OCD with the need to know my BG, so not having my tester was playing on my mind a little (and I was planning to be out for a few hours after brunch due to a few other chores and activities).

I arrived in Kingsland, and walked up to the cafe. On my way, I spotted a pharmacy, and made a split second decision to go in and find out how much a new tester would be (given that they come with ten strips to start you off anyway). Two minutes later I walked out, $30 poorer, with another meter to add to my collection!

I feel simultaneously a bit guilty and not so guilty about this. Guilty, because it’s this sort of disposable society which is leading our landfills to be piling up (I’m already rocking a pretty big carbon footprint with the disposable nappies we’re getting through). Guilty, because we’re on one income and $30 is $30. Not so guilty, because I had a lancet break on me recently and this meter came with a good, brand new one. Not so guilty, because I now keep this new meter in my car and should be covered for any other times that I rush out of the house with mountains of baby stuff and no tester. Meh.

But crikey – meters are so cheap these days!