It all started two Fridays ago..... It was my first day of being a part time stay at home mom (SAHM) and it was my first opportunity to take my one hour glucose test. I go in, book in hand, drink the nasty lemon-lime drink, and sat around for an hour people watching before getting my blood drawn.
Tuesday of last week I get a call. YOU FAILED! Blah! Well, a lot of people fail that test so off I went to get the 3 hour tolerance test on Wednesday.
I'll miss you cake :( |
Oh so much fun, let me tell you. I get in to the doctors at 7:30 a.m. because I wanted to be there at opening since you can't eat before the test. They take some blood. I sit while they analyze the blood. (If that first number is too high they just call it and say you have gestational diabetes. If it's not too high, they make you finish the test. Oh joy, mine wasn't too high.) I drink some even nastier drink. Sit for an hour, they take my blood. Sit for another hour, they take my blood. Sit for one more hour and, you guessed it, they take my blood. At this point I'm done. It's 11:30 and I'm starving. I'm also very thankful I've managed to not vomit since that last hour was a little touch and go.
I didn't hear anything the rest of the week. I figured no news was good news; but, just to be safe, I thought I'd call for my results yesterday. My reward for taking the tests? I get to see a nutritionist at the diabetes info place! Huzzah!