Cheerios
Having gestational diabetes isn't so bad, once you get used to it. Today, for my mid-morning snack I had a few ounces of cheerios. I felt like a happy little toddler, eating one at a time to make the serving last longer. After not having any sugar for a week, everything tastes a little sweeter. I can now detect the subtle sweetness in just about everything.
It's funny how being denied something for so long intensifies whatever it is that you're being denied. For example: yesterday I was intensely excited about making a doctor's appointment on Monday. It means I get to leave the house. After two weeks of being cooped up in a hospital, even the car ride home felt like a respite, even if I did have to be escorted out in a wheelchair and then go promptly back to bed.
I miss being active. I miss work. I miss eating like a normal person. I miss being around Bryce. I tell myself that, like caffeine and alcohol, I'll cope better after time. And there are substitutes that make the transition less painful: an open window, knitting projects, sucrolose, and text messages.
And when all else fails, there's power in the simplicity of Cheerios.
It's funny how being denied something for so long intensifies whatever it is that you're being denied. For example: yesterday I was intensely excited about making a doctor's appointment on Monday. It means I get to leave the house. After two weeks of being cooped up in a hospital, even the car ride home felt like a respite, even if I did have to be escorted out in a wheelchair and then go promptly back to bed.
I miss being active. I miss work. I miss eating like a normal person. I miss being around Bryce. I tell myself that, like caffeine and alcohol, I'll cope better after time. And there are substitutes that make the transition less painful: an open window, knitting projects, sucrolose, and text messages.
And when all else fails, there's power in the simplicity of Cheerios.