I’ve been with my husband for nearly 18 years now. Married for 7 of them. I always wanted children, but for me, it wasn’t the be all and end all. I knew that somewhere along the line they would come along. So in 2014 we began trying to start a family. We were very lucky and conceived quite quickly. During this pregnancy I was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes, which in a strange way was quite the blessing as instead of putting on weight, I lost it. I actually even weighed less than I did before the diabetes, after I had my baby boy. To begin with the diabetes was diet controlled, but towards the end it became medication controlled. Metformin to be precise which is probably the most vilest medication I have ever take and made me feel really sickly.
Towards the end of 2016 I suggested to my husband that we try again for baby number 2 as I wasn’t getting any younger and wanted both my babies by the time I hit the age of 40. Again we were lucky and baby number 2 was conceived. The pregnancy this time round was horrendous. Diagnosed with gestational diabetes again from an earlier stage, I was constantly sick and dizzy. I was aneamic, had pelvic girdle pain and tendonitis on both feet. By month 8 I just wanted this baby out. To top it off, I spent 10 days in hospital before, during and after the birth having steroid jabs as I had to deliver her at week 38. I thought I was going to look like one of those models on the front page of a pregnancy magazine. Instead, I looked like complete and utter crap!
So there you have it, 2 kids and my family is complete.