Once the second trimester started, and the doctor confirmed that I had celiac, I was delighted to embark on a gluten free diet. I say delighted, as I had felt so rough for so long, that the Doctor's promise that I would feel "like you have never felt before" was something I couldn't wait to experience!
So I cleared the kitchen of all foods containing gluten, not an easy feat with a husband and daughter who both have an incredibly sweet tooth, and I scrubbed the kitchen cupboards, drawers and surfaces.
Next I ordered myself some separate equipment; a new food processor, a toaster, a George Forman grill and chopping boards. Seems a little extreme? My colleagues at work thought so, but the though of NOT being ill, drove me to make the investment in my future health!
Of course there were a few hiccups where I was inadvertently glutened by something, and I noticed that as time went by even the smallest crumb could set things in motion, if you know what I mean. My sensitivity to gluten had increased as my body adjusted to not having to deal with it on a daily basis.
Having a young daughter did not help.
She is not celiac and I now view her as a walking cross contamination source! I love her dearly, of course, but have to be careful when giving her a kiss, helping her with her food, and defending my own plate so that she can't put something near it that would cause me harm.
She is only 4 and although she understands some elements she is a smart cookie and she realises there are some things Mummy cannot eat. But as of yet, she doesn't understand why, and that is difficult to explain to one so young. She does witness the evidence if a mistake is made though, and her Mum ends up spending lots of time in the bathroom!