I did rest yesterday, but couldn’t resist making some
lavender pear jam in the afternoon. O, so delicious! I do have to wait eating
it, though as I am on a carbohydrate diet with the baby. This is a necessary
process for mum-to-bes if the pregnancy blood sugar test is higher than the
normal.
I have to eat 6 times a day 180g carbohydrate in a strictly
measured way for each meal. The first is at 6.30am and the last is at 8pm in
the evening. Since being on the diet, I feel a lot more energetic, my pregnancy
weight is within the medical limit, I sleep well and so on. One day my 9am meal
found me at a bus stop on the way to the hospital, so I got my yoghurt and sugar-free
oatmeal biscuits out of my bag and started to eat. Two old ladies were sitting at
the bus stop next to me and started to discuss that I most likely did not have
breakfast, that is why I started to eat in public, which is very unusual in
Hungary. (In London people eat everywhere and thanks to the ‘private-type of
culture’ never start to discuss other people’s eating in public.) That wasn’t enough
for them to discuss, though they even asked me if I had breakfast or not, I
said I did. ‘Did you not have enough, then?’ (They weren’t going to give up so
easily.) ‘I did’ I said. ‘Why are you eating than?’ I said: ‘If someone eats
there must be a reason for it.’ ‘What is the reason?’ (They still didn’t have
enough information, they still needed more info, why I was eating a yoghurt and
a couple of oatmeal biscuits.) ‘I am on a diet’ I said. ‘Are you fat?’ sounded the
unexpected question. (Seriously, at that point I thought they weren’t only
nosy, but had some serious problem with their eyes. I said: ‘No, I am not fat, I
am on a pregnancy carbohydrate diet.’ And then they started wailing how bad and
dangerous that is. ‘It is ok, it’s all under control, there is nothing
dangerous on being on this diet.’ I said. ‘It is good for me and good for the
baby.’ Thank God at that point just when they started to tell me all the negative
stories they heard about this their bus has arrived. One of them told me if I
lived around there we should meet again at the bus stop and talk. ‘Nooooooo.’ I
cried inside :-)
I really don’t know why people feel it is their duty to tell
mum-to-bes all the negative stories they have heard about pregnancy. I’d rather
they would say: ‘God may bless your pregnancy and the birth of your child.’
This only happened once, but made me ever so happy :-)
