Today was the dreaded glucose test for gestational diabetes... Ever since I heard about this test and what it entailed, I've been a little worried about it. I tried to eat a big dinner last night... but that just doesn't really work for me... I can't eat huge portions like I used to (I used to be able to put down a 1 ft sub, easy, now I could probably only finish 1/2 if I was being ambitious (and eating cold cuts)!)
I had a salad, green beans and some rotisserie chicken followed by a tuesday sundae of vanilla ice cream, cool whip, chocolate sauce and little chocolate chips. I stayed up as late as I possibly could, which turned out to be 10:30 and took a kytril right before I dozed off to stave off the expected morning nausea and prepare for my morning of fasting.
I stayed in bed as long as possible this morning to stave off the nausea... At 8:30 I decided to get dressed. I made a PBJ for after my tests, grabbed a banana and then walked to the doctors office... Maybe if I got there early they would get me started on the test early (every second counts when you're pregnant and you haven't eaten in over 10 hours!)... No such luck. They called me in at 9:10 and explained the drill to me. I was to have two vials of blood taken right away, then I needed to drink this glucose drink in under 5 minutes, then I would have to have my blood tested an hour later and then another hour later and then, finally, I could eat!
I'm in good spirits, get the first two vials of blood taken... Drink the 10 oz. orange glucose drink (that tasted like flat sunkist) in under 4 minutes and I feel like an overachiever... (I guess all those days playing flip cup came in handy - I know how to take down a drink quick!)
Then I moved to the doctors office where I had my usual 4 week appointment. I got weighed, BP taken (very good!) and then they checked my guys heartbeat, which apparently is also good. I've gained 14 pounds so far in this pregnancy, which is normal. She wants me to gain 30 pounds in total, so basically 1 pound a week for the rest of the time. We did get into a discussion about my diet... Apparently, my daily PBJ sandwiches are not a good idea... Not only are they high in fat, but they're also predisposing my little one to a peanut allergy. PBJ in moderation she said is fine, but I don't need to be eating one every day... I pleaded... but that's my best source of protein... I've been having a hard time with meat... And she told me tough... Then I told her about my shrimp habit... I've been eating shrimp 2x a week (if we order sushi, I get shrimp tempura) or when I go for my weekly vietnamese, I get summer rolls... She said that that was ok... but no more than 2x per week because I'm exposing him to the potential for a shellfish allergy... Honestly, I felt like a bad mom after our conversation... I don't want my little guy to have food allergies... That would be terrible. She also gave me a little pep talk about eating healthy and moderation... Cutting carbs, sticking to lean protein, veggies, etc... My weight gain has been fine, but I've gained more recently than I did earlier on (thanks Einstein for the newsflash... I've just stopped puking every day two weeks ago, of course I'm gonna gain more now)... But it was good that the doc made me a little more conscious of things... I'm going to cut my sundae consumption and try not to eat so much pasta... Now that I'm feeling a bit better I have introduced more veggies into my diet (though they do always give me a belly ache - I writhed for 30 minutes after my salad for dinner last night) but I will keep at it, for the baby. Then she gave me her philosophy on traveling while pregnant (she see's no issue with it as long as I'm some place where I am comfortable with the medical care I will receive), etc...
Once we finished I went to the waiting room where I texted the hubby all my updates.. then, I started to get really hot... like, really really hot... sweaty... dizzy... I felt like I was going to fall over... I walk over to the nurses and ask if I can lie down somewhere... They put me in a room, my doc comes in to see how i'm doing... tells me that this happens all the time and it will be ok... They will let me rest for a little bit. I laid on the table... the nurses kept coming in to check on me. Finally, the doc comes in and asks me if I think I can go on with the other two vials or if I need to stop... By this point, the sweat had dried and I was feeling a bit better so I told her that I would truck onward... They got me for my next blood test, took a vial of blood and then I went back to the waiting room. I sat there for a bit and then started to feel a whole lot better so I pulled out my computer and started to do a bit of work. That last 30 minutes flew by and then it was time for my final blood withdrawal. They took it and I swiftly deposited a banana in my mouth!
I walked home and have just been resting... I had some magically delicious Lucky Charms and am now just recovering from my eventful day...
So glad that I made it through the test and now I need to start planning my next few, more healthy, less PB and shrimp filled meals.
