This term meant little to me until yesterday. Actually, last week I failed my glucose test for the second time and was told that I would need to meet with a nutritionist and diabetes specialist to get educated on the next steps to take to ensure a healthy pregnancy. I thought mainly what it meant was that I had to cut out all sweets - which isn't too horrible with only 11 weeks left. However, I sat through a 4-hour information session where I learned that I have to draw my blood 4 times a day, eat six (very strict) meals a day and keep logs of my blood sugar levels. I was also informed that in order to keep it under control (in other words, not go into pre-term labor), I need to exercise daily, stick to the meal plan and rest much. Those things in and of themselves are not difficult to do, but I just felt completely overwhelmed by all the information and some fear about what that means for my tiny son inside of me. That was probably the hardest part, was wondering if my baby is okay, of which I've been reassured that he is okay because of the strict measures we're taking at this point. I don't even know why I'm blogging about this, except that I need to express what a shock it was. I have to keep reminding myself that the Lord knew all along that this was going to happen and He also knows the outcome of my situation. I have to trust Him, knowing that His unconditional love for me is the only thing that sustains me.
I'm not sad today...I'm happy that this is my wake-up call to the reality of needing to control better what I put into my body, especially being pregnant. The Lord has been gracious to me with both of my pregnancies. Things could be a lot worse. I'm just grateful that I have the opportunity to turn things around right now.
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