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Well, got the results back and apparently I do not have gestational diabetes. Yay! But blood draw #4 had a slight uptick which left it just outside of parameters, so apparently I do have an increased sensitivity to sugar.
Bwuh?
Whatever. No binge-eating ice cream, got it.
Today I started turning strawberries into jam. Six baskets (half the flat) became eight one-cup jars (strawberry honey thyme jam and strawberry vanilla jam) and two partials that got tucked into the fridge. I still have a few more recipes I want to experiment with (strawberry lemon marmalade looks interesting...), so beyond whatever I make tomorrow, I'll probably get another flat next week and have at.
Next week is also my last writing class before summer break. Which means the potluck party! I'll probably also make something desserty for the party with next week's flat of strawberries, and enjoy dropping the bomb that I won't be back for fall term. And why. To my knowledge, none of my classmates have figured out that my loose clothing hides an increased waistline. And by waiting to tell them at the last class, I'm neatly avoiding them trying to throw me another shower. Which some of them WOULD do. Mean of me? Maybe. But also practical. Certain classmates, much as I love them, would fuss excessively.
Bwuh?
Whatever. No binge-eating ice cream, got it.
Today I started turning strawberries into jam. Six baskets (half the flat) became eight one-cup jars (strawberry honey thyme jam and strawberry vanilla jam) and two partials that got tucked into the fridge. I still have a few more recipes I want to experiment with (strawberry lemon marmalade looks interesting...), so beyond whatever I make tomorrow, I'll probably get another flat next week and have at.
Next week is also my last writing class before summer break. Which means the potluck party! I'll probably also make something desserty for the party with next week's flat of strawberries, and enjoy dropping the bomb that I won't be back for fall term. And why. To my knowledge, none of my classmates have figured out that my loose clothing hides an increased waistline. And by waiting to tell them at the last class, I'm neatly avoiding them trying to throw me another shower. Which some of them WOULD do. Mean of me? Maybe. But also practical. Certain classmates, much as I love them, would fuss excessively.
