Well, this must have been one of the strangest weeks of my life, in terms of personal ups and downs*. Firstly, I have been diagnosed with gestational diabetes (you can read my initial post on it here, though it needs updating with the latest findings) and this has thrown my life into disarray. I’m just about 38 weeks pregnant, so it’s really late to be diagnosed (and I wouldn’t have even been diagnosed had I not gone to see a private obstetrician and then hassled my hospital about the results) and I’ve been consumed with panic and worry about it.
I started the week with a massive energy surge, feeling on top of the world and getting loads of work done, but by Thursday (the day I was diagnosed) I just felt a bit beaten and empty. I’ve spent much of this pregnancy hungry, tired and constantly craving sugar, and I had put all of this down to the fact that I was running around after a toddler, which was depleting my resources, but then all of a sudden I have this medical condition which – thankfully – does pass when you give birth (hence “gestational”) but nevertheless needs quite serious attention. So I’ve been catapulted into the complicated world of blood sugar levels, with no real training or detailed dietary advice – just the “cut out sugar, swap white bread for brown” sorts of basics – and the frustrating task of trying to control my diabetes but still eat the amount that a heavily pre...