So, Thanksgiving for a diabetic pregnant girl. Sounds like it could be pretty awful, huh? No way can you overindulge without quadruple the guilt of a normal girl at Thanksgiving, no pie (especially pumpkin), no wine. The only thing that's good for you is turkey, and how many pregnant women are just dying for poultry in their first 3 months?
But, I must say, it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Thanks to my handy dandy insulin pump, I could eat what I wanted, when I wanted (to a point) and all was great. The best part being that we got to share our big news with the fam in person, which I highly recommend. You can't tell your mom over the phone, just wouldn't be the same.
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