Gestational Diabetes doesn't scare me any more!

   Last week I got a phone call that many moms-to-be are very fearful off; I failed my Gestational Diabetes test and had to go for Gestational Diabetes counselling at the hospital. The night before I was really regretting that I had to go at all, and I felt a bit sorry for myself. I just didn't understand where did it come from. I ate healthy, I have plenty of exercise a day (after all, I am a mom of 3 kids, there is no rest time for me), and I don't smoke or drink. So why did I have to go and learn how to have a healthy life-style?
   Grandma and Gramps came over in the morning to look after Monkeys. It was a chore waking them up as they were super tired and grumpy. But I managed to have a breakfast with them before I left. The hospital is about 30 minutes away from our home so I had a bit of thinking time. I almost forgot what it is like to be by myself, with my own thoughts, in the car. It really felt weird not having people talking to me from the back seat.
   I got to the clinic a bit late and was directed to the classroom where one other mom-to-be was in the middle of watching a movie. I was really glad that I didn't have to sit through the whole movie. Thanks to some of my wonderful friends and the internet I already got a lot of information about GD. And the movie was very cheesy and outdated, like one of these that we had to watch back in school.

The "not-so nice" surprise!

At the PNE
when we were just dating

   Last Saturday I had to go and do a 2 hour Gestation Diabetes test. These tests are never much fun since you have to drink and awful sugary drink followed by bunch of blood tests. I really am getting better at sitting through blood tests, but I still don't like them. I remember when I used to faint if I looked at the needle going into my vein and the test tube filling up with my blood. I would faint at the sight of blood, and not only during blood draws.
   One of the most embarrassing moments of my life happened a year before Daddy and I got married. We arrived at the annual PNE Fair in Vancouver with Daddy and his family. We had a fun day of going on rides and enjoying the shows that most people come from far away to see. We had a very lovely time until we decided to give Mini-Golf a try. Since it was the busiest time at the Fair, all the rides had very big line-ups, while Mini-Golf seemed a bit less busy. Myself, Daddy, and his brother were the only ones playing, while Daddy's parents sat on one of the numerous benches outside the Mini-Golf to rest. The game proceeded normally until we got to 6th hole. While waiting for my turn, I unknowingly stepped backwards off a stair and fell. Since I wore very flimsy sandals that day I twisted my ankle and scraped my leg up to my knee. Blood started trickling out of my wounds.