Monday, April 27, 2015

Gestational Diabetes

Hi Friends,

Gestational Diabetes... a little known illness that I've (unfortuantely) had the pleasure of becoming all too familiar with. Here's the Cole's notes on Gestational Diabetes for anyone who may be just as much in the dark as I was:
Gestational diabetes mellitus (GD) is a type of diabetes that occurs during pregnancy. It happens when your body cannot produce enough insulin to handle the effects of a growing baby and changing hormone levels. Insulin helps your body to control the level of glucose (sugar) in your blood. If your body cannot produce enough insulin, your blood glucose (sugar) levels will rise.
Between 3-20% of women will develop GD, depending on their risk factors:
Being:
  • 35 years of age or older 
  • From a high risk-group (Aboriginal, Hispanic, South Asian, Asian and African
  • Obese (BMI of 30 or higher) 
  • Previously giving birth to a baby over 4kg (9lbs)
Using:
  • Corticosteroid medication
Having: 
  •  Prediabetes
  •  Gestational Diabetes in a previous pregnancy 
  • A parent, brother or sister with type 2 diabetes
  • Polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) or acanthosis nigricans (darkened patches of skin) 
GD is typically able to be managed by choosing a healthy diet (think Canada's Food Guide), being physically active (at least 30 minutes each day), and by achieving a healthy pregnancy weight gain (between 25-35lbs). Insulin may be needed in extreme cases.  
GD typically disappears immediately after childbirth, however it can linger for a few months in some cases.  
See more at: http://www.diabetes.ca/diabetes-and-you/living-with-gestational-diabetes#sthash.d925aE3N.dpuf

So, having zero risk factors, I suppose I'm one of the lucky 3% that develop GD just based on sheer luck. After almost 2 weeks of living with GD, I must say that it has to be one of the most frustrating diagnoses that a doctor can bestow upon a pregnancy-craving-ridden lady. Not only do I have to check my sugars four times a day (and I'm sportin' the bruised and battered finger tips to prove it), but in order to keep said sugars in check, I've had to eliminate almost every pregnancy-craving food from my diet.

So farewell, milkshakes, fruit smoothies, chocolate, large amounts of pasta, gummy bears, whole pieces of fruit, Peanut Buster Parfaits, Iced Caps, donuts...

Sigh.

No, but seriously, it's amazing what an entire naval orange can do to your blood sugar. Damn you, naval oranges!

Since being diagnosed I have had to become a much more conscious grocery shopper and meal planner. It's amazing how little changes can make such a huge difference, and while it has been eye-opening to discover how rampant sugar is in our food (and apparently in my blood), I would have to say my biggest (and most impactful) change has been portion control. While it was sad to bid farewell to a lot of pregnancy go-tos (bananas especially), I've been feeling much better and much more energized since getting my blood sugars in check. Not surprisingly, my new diet and lifestyle has also been helping to keep my weight in check. D and K have also been reaping benefits, as they are getting much more well-balanced meals and snacks (while also having the pleasure of indulging in guilt-free cheat snacks). So all in all, I suppose this unfortunate diagnosis is a blessing in disguise (although my fingers would beg to differ).

So, in honour of my recently adopted GD diet, I would like to share with you a recipe for a delicious (and totally diabetic friendy) Sweet Potato and Avocado Frittata.
Sweet Potato and Avocado Frittata
 (Serves 4)
2 tsp olive oil
1 medium sweet potato, chopped
1 onion, chopped
1 cup of mushrooms, chopped
1 cup of red pepper, chopped
1 clove of garlic, minced
2 cups of spinach
Salt and Pepper to taste
5 eggs and 1/2 cup of milk
1/4 cup feta cheese, crumbled (optional)
1 avocado  
Preheat oven to 385 degrees. Cook sweet potato in microwave for 5 minutes (poke a few times with a fork first). Sautee mushrooms, onions, red pepper and garlic with olive oil in frying pan. Peel and chop sweet potato into 1 inch cubes and toss into frying pan for 1 min. Place sauteed veggies (and sweet potato) in 10 inch baking dish. Beat eggs in bowl with milk, salt and pepper then pour into baking dish over top of veggies. Bake in oven at 385 for 30 minutes (or until top of Frittata is golden brown). Top with feta and fresh sliced avocado and serve. 
So there you have it. Sweet and simple and when paired with a spinach, cucumber and tomato salad and a water, a completely diabetic friendly meal!

Until next time my friends!

- A

GD just got real...

33 Weeks and Counting







Monday, April 13, 2015

Less time to think. Less time to worry.

Hello Friends,

Yesterday our little family decided to take advantage of the amazing spring weather and embark on a beautiful hike through the Royal Botanical Gardens (RBG). However, the number of times I collapsed onto a convieniently located park bench made me painstakingly aware of the fact that we will be welcoming a new baby into our home in just a few short weeks (technically 8, but full term in 5).

I must say, it's amazing how easily a pregnant body can crap out on you, even when you're feeling great and full of energy! A slight increase in walking pace, a gentle incline or just 5 little stairs was enough to leave me gasping for air. Thankfully though, I had some very understanding hiking companions, who were more than happy to explore nearby sticks and ladybugs and animal tracks and pinecones, while I regained my ability to mobilize and drifted off into thoughtful contemplation...

Eight weeks. Only eight more weeks until we meet this new little bundle of joy. K has seemed so excited to help prep our room for the new baby. He was thrilled to help daddy "build" the crib Saturday, and lucky for him, mummy second-guessed daddy on the construction. So with just two turns of the allen key left, mummy insisted daddy start again from the beginning (his initial build was correct by the way, oops). He was such a big boy, when after crib-construction 2.0, he proudly announced "Bed. New baby. All done!". 

But I can't help but wonder, would he be as excited, if he knew how all-encompassing this new baby is going to be? If he fully grasped the amount of sharing he will have to do with his little sister. His mummy, His daddy, His grandparents, they will all be Hers for the taking. Will he be upset with us? Will he be upset with me? Will bringing this new baby home cause irreperable damage to the air tight relationship we've spent 2 full years building? 

I cried a little the other night when he asked for daddy to join him in the bath, "No mummy. Daddy sit.". I can't help but wonder if he senses what's going on and is just prepping, both him and I, for the seperation we will inevitably face. I know he's not going anywhere, and I will still be his full-time mum, but it's going to be different so incredibly different, and that's what scares me most (although delivering the baby (regardless of the method) and the first few post-partum weeks, are a very close second). How will it be possible to love this new baby as much as I love the one I already have? 

A forceful jab from the inside brings me back. Oh, hey baby. As my heart races with excitement, I can't help but smile as I wonder if that perfectly timed kick was a gentle reminder that I have an infinite amount of love to share.

From across the path I hear a familiar little voice, "Up Mum, Up. Up!", well, I guess I had semi-understanding hiking companions...

As my due date draws nearer, I'm filled with so many different emotions. As a soon-to-be second time mum, I can honestly say that I flip flop between excitement and shear panic about 9 thousand times a day (as I'm sure every mum-to-be does). What frightens me though, is that I would probably flip flop another million times a day if I had more time to stop and think about what being this pregnant with baby number two really means. It's such an exciting time, but I'm so thankful that K keeps me busy, busy, busy. Less time to think means less time to worry, which means more time to soak up the last few weeks as a mummy to one.

Until next time my friends,

-A

Toddler pace is a good pace. Clearly D didn't get the memo.

Not so sure about how fast the Lady Bug can skitter.

Waving to Daddy, in our boy-band matchy outfits.

The "nursery", aka the better part of our room (take 2).