Yesterday was my Gestational Diabetes test and - like every pregnant woman - I'd heard nothing but negatives from my mom friends. Oh the drink is terrible they said. The wait takes forever. And the most common I hated missing breakfast.
Well, I happy to report that Daniel and I survived. By the time I'd gotten to the doc at 9 am, I'd already been up for 2 hours (thanks, dogs) and was thirsty enough that the flat orange soda tasting glucola wasn't actually that bad. Plus, I like orange soda. The worst part was that the tech taking my blood was much more interested in telling me about her 4 pregnancies (all of them just so easy and pleasant) than in taking my blood and stabbed the hell out of me. I've never ever bruised from a blood draw but I did yesterday.
The first reading was a little high. They want you to be at or under 92 and I was right at 92. The second reading needs to be 180 or lower and I was 160 so woooohooooo . . . no gestational diabetes for me! I don't know the third reading - they said they'd call if it was high and they didn't call.
The other nice thing about yesterday is that they went ahead and did my 28 week check up so that I wouldn't have to come back for it tomorrow. Daniel's heartbeat was strong and my tummy still measures just under the 50th percentile. According to them, I've gained 2 pounds since 24 weeks which is good but they'd prefer that I'd gained more (yadda yadda yadda). Daniel is still transverse with his head at my right hip and feet at my left.
Now begins my check ups at two week intervals. I'm back at 30, 32, 34, and 36 and then we go weekly. If labor starts between now and 37 weeks they will stop it unless someone's life is in danger.
Nice to know there's a plan.
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