Gestational Diabetes


Waiting… patiently

Anyone who has been through a pregnancy recently knows all about the glucose test. Yuck. Right now, I sit waiting to take mine.  I chugged the nasty stuff about 50 minutes ago, and in 10 minutes they’re gonna take my blood.  Another process I dislike… strongly.

They’re testing for gestational diabetes.  One hour before you get your blood drawn you have to drink this syrupy liquid.  My doctor’s office offers lemon-lime flavored or orange.  Rumor has is lemon-lime is the best, and that’s the only one I’ve ever tried.  It’s basically like drinking super sugary, flat, cold soda. You have to drink 5 ounces in 5 minutes.  If you throw it up or arrive late to your appointment, you have to take it again… and the 3 hour test (I’ve heard) is even worse. 

So here I sit…. 25 weeks pregnant… ready to take my test. Seven minutes to go. 

Other than a cold that I STILL can’t get rid of, I’m feeling pretty good! Sounds like we’ll be taking out my cerclage at 37 weeks… or the middle of July, and then it’s game on!

Funny, it still feels like that’s a ways away, but when I was making my appointments it felt like this kid is coming on the express train and I better start getting ready! Yikes!

Side note… walking into the doctor’s office it was 80 degrees outside… and I was uncomfortably hot.  I’m in trouble.  July in Denver can be scorching. I’m not ready! I’m really not ready to start swelling! Ugh… the joys of being pregnant. Good thing the child at the end of the process makes it all worth it! 

Four minutes to go…

(and now 2 days later)

They brought me in just after I typed that last sentence. I got home and crashed because I was so tired.  I’ve since received my test results, and..

I failed. For real. FAILED. 157. They wanted the level to be less than 135. I’m not really sure how this has happened, but I now have to go in next Tuesday for the 3 hour test.

As I was telling my husband the news on the phone earlier today I couldn’t help but cry. Sometimes I feel like I just can’t catch a break.  I know a lot of that is my pregnancy hormones talking, but it still sucks.  I don’t want to have gestational diabetes on top of everything else.  

My doctor says I haven’t done anything wrong, but I can’t help but feel like I have. I would just be devastated if I knew I did anything to harm myself or my unborn child.  My doctor also says that we’re not worrying about anything until the results of the three hour test are in.  I know she’s right, but it’s easier said than done.

Not only is the possible diagnosis super scary, but it’s a test I have to miss work to take. A test that won’t allow me to eat or drink anything until lunch that day… and then lunch has to be hospital food because I have a growth scan (another ultrasound) after lunch.  I will be at the hospital half the day.  I would rather be at work.  I would rather have to wake up at 2:30 a.m.  No offense to the lovely people who work at the hospital.

At least they say I’ll have wifi… so this computer is coming, and I’ll be able to keep you updated.

My mantra for this week:  It’s worth it in the end… it’s worth it in the end…

Author: nowcastinglife

I'm a meteorologist, wife and mom of 3. I've spent the last 18 years of my career in television news, but now I work for myself and my family!

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