I have been looking back at the past lately and for good reason to remember where I've been. I was thinking to 3 years back specifically right before I embarked on my TTC journey and I had this train of thought:
If you had predicted that
1. I would struggle with infertility
2. I would end up giving myself an injection
3. I would have to prick my finger 4 times a day to test blood sugar
All of these things would have brought me to this thought: "NO WAY" not me.
The first one being I have always felt that my life was littered with bad luck and that there would be no way that I would also have to endure IF. Just no way this would happen to me.
On the second, I HATE needles and you are saying that I will be willing to poke myself. That one would have made me shudder.
On the third, I really have never liked the sight of blood. It makes me want to faint and cringe and all sorts of things.
All of these things have one thing in common: MY SON.
IF is just something I have to live with. The injection was a no-brainer. I had to do it or he would not have the chance to exist. Now with the diagnosis of Gestational Diabetes, I have to do what is best for him and that means knowing what my blood sugar number is.
I always thought that if I had to be on a diet while pregnant that I wouldn't be able to do it. I am not the dieting type of person. I have NEVER had to be on one and I personally don't like paying attention to what I eat, but for him I am willing to do anything. I have not cheated on this once and it has been a week. Does this mean my numbers are always good? NO. I am struggling. I have had a few high numbers and to be honest they freak me out, but I know that I am doing the best that I can. I will continue to do what I need to for him and it already amazes me what I am willing to do for someone I haven't even met yet.
Until Next Time,
Olivia
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