I received a call from a nurse at my Dr.’s office this morning and it looks like my number from yesterday’s glucose test was high. The next step is to follow a specific diet for three days, and then on the fourth day, go back in to have more bloodwork done. It’s called a “3 Hour Glucose Tolerance Test”, and to be honest, it’s a real drag. It involves getting there first thing in the AM, drinking a sugar solution, and then being pricked three times on the hour for three hours.
Considering how I’ve felt during the latter part of this pregnancy, many people around me have wondered if I’d have to deal with this again. The first time I found out I had gestational diabetes I was DEVASTATED. I called Vann from work and was hysterically crying, so much so, he thought something was tragically wrong with me or the baby. I was just so unaware of what it all meant that I was scared, plain and simple. In the end, it ended up being a blessing as it slowed down my weight gain and Charlie was born with no complications.
When the nurse called today, I wasn’t too surprised, considering I sometimes expect the worst and was preparing myself for the stark face of reality. What really stinks, and what I just realized about an hour ago, is that I will be forced to give up my morning coffee for the three days I have to follow “the” diet. This is enough to make a grown woman cry.
In the end, will it be that tragic if I have to cut out simple sugars and follow a more balanced diet?? No…and believe me, I know that there are other women out there who have far greater struggles than this in their pregnancies and in life…so I don’t mean to make light of it. But to be honest, I want to ask, “Why me??” OF ALL THE THINGS.
My stupid test is next Thursday morning. Luckily, Vann can stay home with Charlie…anyone who thinks they can bring their toddler to a three hour glucose test has another thing coming. And, I guess there is still hope that it could just be a false positive, which has happened with a few of my friends. I know it will all be worth it in the end. And for goodness sakes, at least then I’d be entitled to that pumpkin spice frappuccino the day I can stomach anything more than chicken broth and/or jello (because you know you have to follow a “liquid diet” right after any major surgery). If I am released on Thanksgiving Day, there’d better be a FEAST waiting for me.
Oh, and speaking of surgeries, we have one scheduled: Monday, November 23rd, 10:30 AM. Ready or not, here she comes!!
