Or something like that. I had my 28 week appointment this morning and with that, came the test for gestational diabetes. If you don't know what that entails, it's drinking 50 grams of pure sugar in the form of an orange drink and then exactly one hour later having your blood glucose (BG) level tested via a blood draw. I know a lot about this stuff because I'm married to a type 1 diabetic. I also know that I don't want gestational diabetes. I wasn't looking forward to this.
I had to fast starting at midnight. Of course I woke up at 4:30 with the biggest rumbles in my stomach. At 8:30 I drank the juice. I swear it's the Hi-C orange drink that I used to love from McDonald's as a kid. It's a shame that it's what our kids drink. I had no problems getting it down... it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought.
At 8:50 I checked my BG (because again, I'm married to a Type 1... I have the tools to check readily available). I was 108 - which is perfect. Good. Maybe this will go well. I got to the doctor at 9:20 and checked again - 138. WHAT? Ugh... They drew my blood exactly an hour after I finished the drink and I asked my doctor what BG number would cause me to "fail" and have to repeat - 130 or higher. Oye ve... when I got to the car, I tested again and was at 88 so I'm hoping it dropped enough between getting out of the car and getting my blood drawn. I know that I don't have gestational diabetes based on those number and the fact that I fell to a very normal range by 9:45, but we'll see. I sure hope I don't have to repeat this - drinking that stuff again and sitting at the doctors for 3 hours does not sound like my version of a fun day!
The doctor gave me a great report - blood pressure is 100/60 (nice and low) and at 28 weeks, I'm up 17 pounds. He said that he couldn't be happier with that. Then they measured the bump. Now I've been saying all along that it's big (Tom lovingly reaffirms that about 16 times a day) - I know people that are at the same place as me and are MUCH smaller. And I am right... my belly is measuring 2 weeks ahead! Hahaha... at least the weight gain isn't too much. I'm fine with it. It's not like he was telling me something I didn't know. Right now that doesn't mean much. I think Tom's hoping that it doesn't mean I deliver early because that would be right around the time of Ironman Texas! :)
I'm still running and biking and walking. I'm winded a lot more. I waddle