My journey started on May 14, 2011, when my then husband turned off the car while the windshield wipers were still on, leaving them stuck in the middle. This action filled me with such fury that I literally exploded hours later with the birth of my second child via C-section, two weeks ahead of schedule. As with my first child, I had gestational diabetes. I had spent the last five months visiting doctors weekly, checking my sugars multiple times a day, eating on a strict nutrition plan, and giving myself insulin shots (something I had avoided with my first pregnancy). When all was said and done, I waddled into the hospital at 160 pounds on my 4 feet 11 inch frame and unfortunately, I did not give birth to a toddler.