Day 775 Lavender Pear Jam & Wailing Over a Healthy Diet

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 :-)