Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Bittersweet, without the "sweet."

At my regular monthly appointment today, I took my one-hour glucose tolerance test. According to Joey's blood glucose meter, I failed. My blood sugar got up to 200 mg/dL (the limit was 130 mg/dL)! Of course, I'll have to wait for the official word from the doctor's office, and after that, I'll have to do a more intensive, three-hour glucose test. I'm fairly certain I will fail that one as well.

What does all of this mean? It means I most likely have gestational diabetes. No more sugar or otherwise high-carb meals or snacks for me. I can't say I'm surprised. My pancreas has always been "weak." However, I don't know how I will be able to accept the fact that I can't have any more ice cream, candy, or cake for the rest of this pregnancy. How depressing. That seems cruel and unusual for a pregnant lady, doesn't it?

In other news, we got to meet with another one of the obstetricians in the practice today (they want us to get acquainted with all doctors in case my own doctor won't be available when I give birth), and she was delightful. She was very thorough and friendly. Joey and I are extremely pleased with our choice in obstetricians. Everyone at this practice is extremely helpful and kind. It's reassuring to have this sort of peace of mind about the people who will be there before, during, and after the delivery of our son.