Rewind to a recent post where I shared with you that I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes…well, I left that appointment a little discouraged, but motivated at the same time to get the fam on a healthier diet which would mean cutting out the sugar, fast foods, and eating out as much. From what I understood, all I needed to do was change what I was eating and I’d be fine.
Fast forward to my most recent doctor’s appointment. After checking the size of Jayde, her heart rate, etc. she sits down and asks if I’ve been monitoring myself. To which I respond, of course I have. I’ve changed what I eat and the whole deal. That’s not what she meant. She meant if I had been testing my blood by pricking my finger three times a day. Uh, No! What part of the game is this? No one said anything about stabbing myself not once, not twice, but 3 times a day. EVERY. DAY! Immediately, I began to think about how sore my fingers would be and what if I miss and stab myself in the eye, and what happens when I run out of fingers. So, doc gives me the referral to see a Dietitian and an Endocrinologist.
I have to remind myself that it could be much much worse, because truly it can be.
Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts and prayers. I’m 33 weeks now so we’re almost there.
P.S. Isn’t this new necklace outrageous!?! You’ll be seeing more of it. And the bag…I mean I cant. It’s perfect!
H A P P Y M O T H E R ‘ S D A Y ! ! !