I've been asked this question in some form or another by nearly everyone in my life. People are curious. How likely is it that my newborn daughter Calah will end up with celiac disease (or "that gluten thing")?
People also ask things like, "So when are you going to get her tested?" and "Are you just going to have her avoid gluten from the start?"
If you haven't seen it yet, I posted a picture this week on several of my social media accounts that is very important to me. Since the day I was diagnosed with celiac disease, I've been wanting my immediate family members to get tested, because they have up to a 22% chance of having the disease. So far, none of my family members have gotten tested. My mom has tried a gluten-free diet for several weeks without experiencing any differences, so I think she is probably in the clear.
There's been a lot of talk about new year's resolutions lately. On New Year's Eve, one of my best friends asked me what my resolutions are for the year. I thought about it for a minute, and then realized that I didn't really have any. Yet. I hadn't thought much about it. After considering it a little longer, I decided that this year I don't want to have resolutions, but instead, I want to set goals.
I've been debating whether or not to write this post for a while now. I guess I decided to go for it, even though I'm not 100% convinced it's a good idea as I sit here typing. A little over a week ago, I experienced my first mental breakdown concerning my gluten-free lifestyle. It was very surprising to me, because I didn't even get emotional the day I was diagnosed with celiac disease. I'm not sure why or how, but the reality of my disease hit me like a ton of bricks. I started crying, and then I cried myself straight to sleep.