So, here we are today at 32 weeks.  Fortunately for me, the Gestational Diabetes diet actually means I have more energy this time.  My theory is that I was not eating enough during the day, and then making up for it at night.  This is NOT a good plan if you have an active three year old! But the diet makes you space your food out in increments and eat every two hours, which is working for me.

If you’re staring down the barrel of this diagnosis, let me tell you: MEAT.  I’ve done it once as a vegetarian and once not- and I have to say it was pure misery without meat.  I managed about as well as anyone could, but the best option is to control this through diet- which means the more protein options you have, the better.

Either because I’m eating meat or because I don’t have it as severely this time, my numbers are lower.  So it looks like I won’t need medication again, which is GREAT, because medication means extra doctor appointments which means… less time with the little dude I have.

If you happen to be running the betting pool on how high the number will climb, please note that I’m tipping the scales at 189.5 lbs as of yesterday morning- I am so thrilled they chose not to round up that half pound.  So good for my self esteem to balance that 8 ounces against the first three numbers… (yep, I’m being facetious.)  At any rate, the doctor still says I shouldn’t worry about my weight. So I won’t.  Because getting through the grocery store in search of diabetic-friendly options when they are baking fresh chocolate chip cookies is enough to worry about at one time.