Remember when I was pregnant and got the diagnosis no one wants to get...gestational diabetes?
Yeah. Me too.
It was a day I will never forget. It made my pregnancy a whole heck of a lot more difficult and had me worried out of my mind that I was going to produce a "fat baby" as the Internet so lovingly refers to those poor children. I was in the doctor's office twice a week for 10 weeks making sure little Natalie was cooking away nice and slow.
Through a lot of hard work on my part (I mean seriously, Christmas was during this time!) I remained on my strict low carb diet and successfully delivered a regular 7 lb. 13 oz. baby who was in no way fat. And I learned a ton about the disease. Like it's just my crappy pancreas that gave me high blood sugar readings, not the fact that I was eating too much sugar.
Anyways, I had to meet with my specialist this week for my 8 week post-delivery appointment. I had to take the glucose test again (YUM! not...) and this time it was a two hour test. I got pricked at the beginning, middle, and end of the test. On a Friday morning. Where I had to bring my sweet baby girl for a three hour trip to the lab. Yep. Talk about a fun morning
But as of Monday, I'm in the clear. I no longer have diabetes...which was expected but not totally ruled out. Yippee!! I will say that the risk of me developing diabetes within the next 5 years is 50%...which I find ridiculously high. So I'm getting back on the fit train and watching what I eat to prevent that from happening.
But the fact that I no longer have to prick myself four times a day and inject insulin into my bulging belly is super nice :)