Yeah, that's basically what I'll be eating from this point until the boys are born.
Because I have it.
The Diabeetus, of the gestational variety.
Next the Pregnancy Police are probably going to come take away my television and computer.
I'll be meeting soon with a nutritionist at the diabetes center at our hospital, so she can deliver the final blows -- the finger-pricking monitor and a list of dietary restrictions that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
If anyone out there has had gestational diabetes and wants to encourage, educate, or empathize with me, I'm all ears. Especially appreciated are the stories of how your new eating habits led to healthy weight loss, clear skin, shiny hair, and riches beyond your wildest dreams.