In the immortal words of Ross from Friends (who I weirdly appear to be quoting in every column) I guess things were just going too well for me.
At six months pregnant, I've suffered through intense morning sickness, aches and pains in my hips, pelvis and bottom region, intense heartburn and sleepless nights whilst my little boy kicks in the womb with the gusto of a showgirl on opening night.
But the pregnancy gods clearly did not think this was challenging enough. Because in yet another metaphorical slap across the face, I've now been diagnosed with gestational diabetes.
It's genetic, something that runs in the family on my mum's side. It's high blood sugar that develops during pregnancy and usually disappears after giving birth.
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