Sugar Baby

On Thursday, March 28th I went to have the oh so fun glucola test done.  Nothing like drinking a warm 'fruit punch' in less than 5 minutes.  Well, I polished it off in less than 1 minute...I wanted to get that finished.  After sitting there for an hour they took a vial of blood and I was on my way.  The office was closed for Good Friday so they called with my results on Monday.  Low and behold I failed.  My BSL was 176 and the cap is 139.  Not the news that I was looking for.  On Wednesday, April 3rd I went back for the 2 hour recheck.  First they took a vial of blood fasting, had an orange flavor drink which was a little better and sat for an hour.  After sitting for an hour, they took another vial of blood in my left arm.  Now, in my left arm I really don't have a good vein to draw blood so this 'country bumpkin' girl got it from the most random place on my arm.  Let me tell you, that sucker hurt.  I still have a slight bruise.  After that, I sat for another hour and she took the last vial of blood from my right arm and then I was on my way.  On Thursday I got a call from my doctors office and found out a failed yet again.  My fasting number was 80, an hour after the drink it was 222 and an hour later it was 174.  I couldn't believe it.  I have gestational diabetes.  I didn't think I would 'fit' into that category because I'm small, eat healthy, exercise and haven't gained a lot of weight during my pregnancy thus far.  It was a definite shocker.  I'm already nervous about pushing out a baby, now she could possibly be a 'big' baby just freaks me out. 

On Monday, April 8th my doctors office called to let me know they had my Rx for my glucose test and log to keep track of my levels.  After work I went to CVS and got my Rx.  I was sitting down at home reading the instructions and it was so overwhelming.  The instruction sheet was as large as the US road map.  Too much information on how to use such a small device.  I went to trusty YouTube and found a video on how to use my Ultra 2.

 

I got up about 30 minutes before my alarm went off ready to take my test.  Well, I wasn't ready.  I was a little freaked out because I HATE having my finger pricked.  And the thought of having to do this everyday, four times a day, for 12 weeks wasn't  my idea of fun.  So after preparing myself to prick my finger, I just went for it.  I had myself worked up for nothing.  I barely even felt it.  Unfortunately, trying to get the first sample it read an error.  I didn't leave it on long enough.  The second time I tried, I didn't get enough blood on the test strip.  The third time I tried my middle finger, but nothing barely came out.  The fourth try I finally got it.  My BSL measured  103 fasting.  My doctor wants it 92 or less.  My numbers throughout the day was good.  2 hours after meals he wants them 120 or less.  I've been in the 80's and 90's which is great.  

On Tuesday, April 16th I meet with a dietician and then on that Thursday I will meet with my high risk doctor.  At least I will a little extra attention and will have an ultrasound at each visit.  So glad I will be able to see baby girl a lot more.  One good thing is that they won't let me go any later than 39 weeks.  So I will either be induced or have a c-section.  I should have a scheduled delivery and then both my parents can be here since they live 13 hrs away.  

I hate that I can't indulge when I want.  I'm a Sanders and we Sanders have a major sweet tooth!  But I will do whatever to keep this little girl healthy.  I was able to give up my adult beverages, I think I can cut down on my carb intake and cut out my sweets.  My whole thought is, at least I should bounce right back to my pre-pregnancy weight!!!