Diabeetus

I'm not making fun of Diabetes...or Wilfred Brimley, but it just helps me deal with things when I make them kind of funny. 

Well, after failing my one hour glucose test a week prior, I took the 3 hour glucose tolerance test on Friday. 

First of all-I just want to say how INCREDIBLE my husband is. He really, truly is. He had to work Thursday night, so he got home from work at 6:30 in the morning on Friday-and he just stayed awake and took me to the test. Can you imagine? After working a 12 hour shift overnight and having no sleep, he then takes me to my test and sits in a waiting room with me for 3 hours. Oh-he also brought me home like 5 magazines to take to the test. See. Incredible.  

Anyway, we got there about 8-8:15. They took my fasting blood sample and ran that. Then they gave me the drink. It tasted pretty much the same as the first one I had a week before, except that it was WAY MORE SUGARY. It was a lot harder to choke down-especially because they give you a time limit. After I drank the drink, I went to sit back out in the waiting room for an hour. Let me just say that the first hour was ROUGH. I felt like crap. My pulse was elevated, I was shaky, and I started to get a little bit of a headache. Also, my eyes were a little blurry. Great. Then I started crying a little bit....Ryan was very sweet and told me to just relax, take a deep breath and they would be out to get me soon to draw my blood. After they drew me that time, I went to the bathroom and I felt a little bit better. 

As the rest of the time went on, I started to feel better. They did let me drink some water and stuff so that was good. By the time of the last draw, I felt okay, I was just really, really hungry. 

We left the lab and not even an hour later I got a call from my doctor's office. I failed. 

They hadn't even gotten all the results back, but the first two were enough to fail me apparently. So I guess I have gestational diabetes. Fan-freakin-tastic. I will do whatever I have to do to take care of Nolan and myself. I already feel guilty and like I've caused harm to him, so there is no way I'm going to harm him any further. 

The diabetes center called me this morning to set up my appointment. It's Wednesday at 9 a.m. A dietician will speak with me as well as a nurse, who will show me how to check my blood sugar everyday. I was already scheduled for my regular OB appointment that day too-so it will be nice to go to that appointment and talk with my doctor and see what she has to say as well. 

This will be a big change for me, I'm sure. But like I said, Nolan is my top priority and if watching my diet and sticking my finger several times a day is what it takes to keep him healthy, then I'm doing it.