Gestational Diabetes = Goodbye Wonderful Life

Ahh...the big day is here friends. I got up this morning and after an excruciating day of eating nothing but protein yesterday (for the most part) I was ready to eat a "sensible" breakfast and be on my way to conquer my glucose test. As a reminder, this is when they make me drink gross orange liquid, test my blood and tell me if I am at risk for gestational diabetes or not.


Luckily, I have the best husband in the world who got up early and made me a wonderful "sensible" breakfast that got me to stay away from my usual sugary cereal (which I adore).

Yes, he is a keeper. It was like heaven in my mouth and I love him even more for it (hint, hint).

So I didn't eat after this and in the afternoon I went to the doc with a pretty optimistic view on this whole test. After it being my main fear since about week 2 of knowing I was preggo I had been reassured by friends, family, nurses, doctors, etc. that there was almost no chance I'd fail this test.

Well I showed those biotches. I went right in there and failed, yes I did.

Basically my numbers were high in the results, which means I have to go to the hospital tomorrow for a three hour test at which they will test my blood four times. I don't mean a finger prick. I mean legit blood testing. Which means I'll probably vomit and/or pass out. Anyhow, if I pass this one I'm all clear but if I don't then I have to start treatment for gestational diabetes.

I will be honest and tell you that I did not do well after this first test. After getting to my car, I was feeling a little sick and light headed so I stayed put for about 5 minutes before driving home for a bite to eat (since I'm assuming I was just hungry...?) then I proceeded to feel sick and pretty much dry heaved and even puked a little bit while driving home. It was pretty awesome [insert sarcasm].

All is now well and I am feeling better after I went home, ate a little bit and cried like a baby about the "failed" test result.

I have decided that I am going to assume I have gestational diabetes (that way my hopes are not high and if I get it I won't go through the same amount of disappointment as I did today). Apparently any preggo can get this glorious title. No weight, amount of working out, eating well or ANYTHING can stop it from getting a hold of your body. Which is good because I have not put on a lot of weight during this pregnancy and have been working out pretty consistently (although, I'll admit to loving sugar). So this failure pretty much made me feel awful.

But, now that I am in a slightly better mood about it all I will tell you a few good things I think might come of this (should I fail the next one and be officially diagnosed).

1. This might make me eat seriously healthy for the rest of my pregnancy, thus making me not gain very much more weight which will only mean it will be easier for me to take the weight off.

2. Maybe the healthy eating habits of the "treatment" will follow me after pregnancy and I'll soon have the body of a lean, mean supermodel machine.

3. I will continue to have a healthy, happy pregnancy.

But, If I DON'T have it I can go straight to Wendy's and buy myself a chocolate frosty in celebration of my continued sugary ways...

So, tomorrow is another big day. I will be at the hospital super early and will be blogging throughout so you can all experience the glory that is my pregnancy!

Eat something sugary for me.

Yours Truly,

The admitted frosty-aholic