I have a whole mouthful of sweet teeth.
I love candy. I love cookies. I love cake. I love chocolate. I love sugar. Plain and simple.
I indulge in sweets regularly. And in great quantities.
I’ve spent many hours of my pregnancy snuggled up with a bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and frequenting the Tim Hortons drive-through window.
So imagine my chagrin when I learned yesterday that I failed the second of two pregnancy-related blood glucose screenings. And that I have gestational diabetes. And that I can’t eat sweets for at least the next three months.
Three months, people! And the months that happen to include Thanksgiving and Christmas and my birthday.
Yes, of course, I would do anything to keep my baby healthy. And, yes, I know this isn’t a big deal in the grand scheme of things. And, yes, I know the next three months will fly by.
But. I mean, come on…no sweets for three months!
Woe is me.
Happy Thanksgiving, friends. Have an extra piece of pie for me, okay? (Sniff.) :)