I'm not really okay with failing. Probably because I hardly ever do. I failed a Calculus test in college once. I cried.
Today, I received the results from my one hour glucose test that screens for Gestational Diabetes. I failed. I cried then too.
Last Thursday, at my 26 week check-up, it was business as usual. Weigh-in, listen to the baby's heartbeat, and this time head to the lab for my glucose test. The glucose test consists of chugging a bottle of a sugary orange flavored drink (kind of like Sunkist) and then having THREE viles of your blood drawn exactly one hour later. You guys know how I feel about giving blood. I really didn't want to fail so I didn't have a single carb or sweet for the entire week to prepare. AND at my weigh in I proudly only gained 1.4 lbs from the previous month's checkup AND that was with me being weighed with my heeled boots on! I was pretty confident that I'd pass the sugar test with flying colors.
Well... I got the phone call this afternoon that the Doctor doesn't like to see a blood sugar level over 139 and mine was 155, so I get to come back in on Monday morning and re-test. Only this time I have to fast ahead of time, get my blood drawn first thing in the morning, drink a larger amount of the glucose drink, and then get my blood drawn every hour on the hour for three hours. That's FOUR blood drawings in one morning. Are you KIDDING me!?!?! You may as well go ahead and plan my funeral!
More than anything I was in shock! Why me?? I eat pretty healthy. I follow a mostly paleo diet during the week, I hardly ever drink sodas or fruit juices, and I haven't really gained that much weight! So I was a little defensive with the nurse when she called me. (Even though I, ironically, may have been in mid-Reeses Peanut Butter cup-bite when I got the call. Don't judge! It was my one sweet of the day!! And I don't even have wine to fall back on!)
She assured me that it really didn't have much to do with my weight or diet. Gestational diabetes can occur to anyone as a side effect of how your body handles pregnancy. Apparently hormones from the placenta, that help the baby to develop, can block the action of the mother's insulin in her body. Without enough insulin, glucose (sugar) cannot leave the blood and be changed into energy, which could be potentially dangerous to both Baby and Mama. Anyway, having GD doesn't sound like a picnic, so I'm praying that this next test goes well.
According to my research, a variety of things can affect the one-hour test and most women go on to pass their second glucose screening. Let's pray that's the case for me, because the alternative of dealing with diabetes (even if only for 13 weeks) seems horrible. Especially for someone who is not a huge fan of being poked with needles to begin with...
Thankfully, my mom is going to come in town to go to the test with me since I will most likely be a little woozy from near starvation and becoming a human pin cushion. Also it'll be nice to have someone to pass the three hour wait time with.
My loving and supportive husband picked up a surprise Valentine's Day flower arrangement, that he had ordered for me, a few days early as a little pick me up after my bad news day.
Today, I received the results from my one hour glucose test that screens for Gestational Diabetes. I failed. I cried then too.
Last Thursday, at my 26 week check-up, it was business as usual. Weigh-in, listen to the baby's heartbeat, and this time head to the lab for my glucose test. The glucose test consists of chugging a bottle of a sugary orange flavored drink (kind of like Sunkist) and then having THREE viles of your blood drawn exactly one hour later. You guys know how I feel about giving blood. I really didn't want to fail so I didn't have a single carb or sweet for the entire week to prepare. AND at my weigh in I proudly only gained 1.4 lbs from the previous month's checkup AND that was with me being weighed with my heeled boots on! I was pretty confident that I'd pass the sugar test with flying colors.
Well... I got the phone call this afternoon that the Doctor doesn't like to see a blood sugar level over 139 and mine was 155, so I get to come back in on Monday morning and re-test. Only this time I have to fast ahead of time, get my blood drawn first thing in the morning, drink a larger amount of the glucose drink, and then get my blood drawn every hour on the hour for three hours. That's FOUR blood drawings in one morning. Are you KIDDING me!?!?! You may as well go ahead and plan my funeral!
More than anything I was in shock! Why me?? I eat pretty healthy. I follow a mostly paleo diet during the week, I hardly ever drink sodas or fruit juices, and I haven't really gained that much weight! So I was a little defensive with the nurse when she called me. (Even though I, ironically, may have been in mid-Reeses Peanut Butter cup-bite when I got the call. Don't judge! It was my one sweet of the day!! And I don't even have wine to fall back on!)
She assured me that it really didn't have much to do with my weight or diet. Gestational diabetes can occur to anyone as a side effect of how your body handles pregnancy. Apparently hormones from the placenta, that help the baby to develop, can block the action of the mother's insulin in her body. Without enough insulin, glucose (sugar) cannot leave the blood and be changed into energy, which could be potentially dangerous to both Baby and Mama. Anyway, having GD doesn't sound like a picnic, so I'm praying that this next test goes well.
According to my research, a variety of things can affect the one-hour test and most women go on to pass their second glucose screening. Let's pray that's the case for me, because the alternative of dealing with diabetes (even if only for 13 weeks) seems horrible. Especially for someone who is not a huge fan of being poked with needles to begin with...
Thankfully, my mom is going to come in town to go to the test with me since I will most likely be a little woozy from near starvation and becoming a human pin cushion. Also it'll be nice to have someone to pass the three hour wait time with.
My loving and supportive husband picked up a surprise Valentine's Day flower arrangement, that he had ordered for me, a few days early as a little pick me up after my bad news day.
They smell oh so sweet. Hopefully, not enough to raise my glucose levels any higher! ;)
I'll keep you posted...
I'll keep you posted...
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