Last week I went to have my labs drawn for the gestational diabetes test.
Totally standard for 28 weeks.
Seriously, that stuff is beyond disgusting. I’ve only ever had the orange flavor when going through testing for PCOS.
I didn’t even have to drink The Juice.
I failed by two flipping points.
It was a fasting test. I honestly wonder if I had been able to take my meds for the insulin resistance issues I would have passed.
I now have a diagnosis of gestational diabetes.
Today I had my GD (gestational diabetes, not The Other GD) info class. Where I learned I will be poking myself and testing my blood sugar four times a day. I don’t have issues with needles, but I would definitely prefer NOT to stab myself multiple times a day.
But at 29 weeks, I only have to do this for the next 11 weeks. Holy shiz. Nugget will likely be here in 11 weeks or less. Oh. Em. Gee.
I will do anything and everything in my power to provide the best and healthiest environment for my son.
Even if it means keeping track of every morsel I eat. Even on Thanksgiving.
Even though B has a 2 day +/- on Nugget being here on Thanksgiving. He just better be here by Christmas! 🙂