This morning, I’ll be MIA. Instead of blogging away, playing with my little guy (who has developed an obsession for walking up and down the street holding his ball) and enjoying a nice hearty breakfast, I’ll be trapped in a lab taking a two-hour glucose test.
Why a two-hour glucose test? Well, it’s simple. I FAILED the first one.
To those in the know, at 26 weeks, all pregnoids are routinely screened for gestational diabetes. Since I had passed with flying colours while pregnant with Ryder, and have never bothered to monitor my sugar intake, I felt pretty confident I’d sneak by once again when I took the initial test two weeks ago. (The first glucose tolerance test consists of drinking an Orange Crush knock-off and then sitting quietly for 1 hour. When 60 minutes has elapsed, your blood is drawn and the quantity of sugar in your blood is measured.)
The upper limit for blood glucose after this test is 7.8 mmol/L.
My score? 8.0. You’ve got to be freakin’ kidding me!
So for a mere 0.2 of a mmol (whatever that is) I now have to repeat the test, only:
a) I have to fast for 12 hours before the beginning the test – at this very moment, my tummy is rumbling and I am in a VERY poor mood
c) During the test, I can’t leave the lab… yup, it’s just sitting and waiting the whole time
Do you know how long two hours will feel when you’re stuck in a clinical setting? I am sooo not looking forward to this test. Thankfully, I enlisted my mom to come sit with me and provide companionship (Mike came with me to the first test, but was promptly replaced after I found that 60 minutes of chatting alone with my husband actually scraped at my pregnant nerves).
Of course, if it comes back that I’m in the clear, it’ll be worth it. When my OB first told me that my sugar levels were slightly elevated, I went on a massive Googling session to learn all about gestational diabetes. And from what I can see, my single risk factor is that I have a family history of diabetes – my paternal grandmother was a diabetic and my father is routinely screened with mid-to-high levels. So this may just be hormones marrying with genetics – a doomed relationship!
The good news? Gestational diabetes is managed well through diet (bye bye mango smoothies) and exercise (as if keeping up with a psycho toddler isn’t enough). Surprisingly, seven months into my pregnancy, my weight gain to date has been only 15 pounds, so my OB can’t accuse me of eating my body weight as I did with Ryder :)
Okay, it’s 8:00am, and I am officially off to the clinic! Wish me luck! xoxo