My life for the next 18(?) weeks...

Needles, flex-pens, test-strips, a sharps box, machines that go beep and lots of saying 'owch' on my behalf.

The evil goddess 'Gestational Diabetes' has ruled that I have to remove my own blood 8 times a day for testing, and inject insulin twice a day also. That's 10 needles per day, seven days per week, for the next 18 weeks (give or take).

He/she is of course worth whatever I have to do, but blimey, I'm going to be a human pin cushion!

My pricked fingers and thighs go out to all those who live with diabetes every day. I am (hopefully) fortunate enough to have mine disappear the same time as the placenta comes bouncing out.

It was nice to hear little Pobs heartbeat today (140-150 bpm) and to also hear a few thumps as he/she gave the midwife a good boot (for being nosey, I assume).

Right, I'm off to mentally prepare myself for the first insulin shot. At least I've no shortage of flab to jab - blubber blubber...