By week 12 of the pregnancy enough time had gone by that my husband and I started to digest the changes that were coming. We were even starting to get a little excited. Let the doctor visits, blood testing, and pregnancy education begin!
As a young lady, one of the things you hear about pregnancy is the crazy cravings that pregnant women have and are allowed to satisfy without judgement. Fine. I’m pregnant. I wasn’t ready, but hey let’s try and look at the bright side…I love to eat and I can’t wait to pig out on some weirdness! I always knew that I wanted to be careful about what I consumed while bearing a child, but at the same time I was looking forward to sending my husband to the store for some gummy bears dipped in peanut butter, covered in spicy chocolate. As time went by all I really craved was cucumbers, tomatoes, apples, and grapefruit! Some days I would even be a wild child and throw them all in one bowl, with a squeeze of lime, and a sprinkle of Tajin. (If you don’t know what Tajin is, look it up. It’s a game changer.) Before the pregnancy I was not a carb person and I almost never had a sweet tooth. I only ate the insides of my sandwiches, refusing bread involuntarily on a regular basis. Pasta, I could do occasionally but never intentionally, and pizza – forget about it. I was a huge soda and potato chip fan at one point but quit both a good year and half before my pregnancy, once I realized that I was on the road to rotting my guts out.
At around week 13 or 14 I had my first round of blood tests along with my first round of cravings, Sour Belts!!! I needed them to be the belts, not the straws or some silly fruit shaped sour candy. I wanted pink lemonade and green apple sour belts. Rice. I needed a bowl of rice, with melted butter and soy sauce mixed into it, every day. If you are Korean and grew up in a low income household you know exactly what I’m talking about. Otherwise I’m sure it sounds gross. Pizza, okay I’ll have some pizza now. This went on for about a week or so until I received THE CALL. My fasting glucose number was elevated and the hospital wanted me to start monitoring my glucose four times a day. I was being treated as a patient with gestational diabetes.
This news crushed me. I have always been healthier than most, so it also surprised me. Where I live, if you have diabetes and need medication to control it, you are disqualified from giving birth at a birth center. This is what we wanted and the only way to make this wish come true was to control my diabetes with a strict diet and exercise. What a fu*#ing bummer. Not only do I have to stay away from my cravings but I also need to attend a three hour class so they can teach me what to eat and when. Let’s not leave out the pricking of fingers four times a day, logging my meals and snacks, along with my glucose reading an hour after each meal. Are you kidding me? Where am I going to find the time to measure out and plan meals? What the f**k am I supposed to eat now?