This totally blows. Late Friday evening my doctor called me to let me know that my GD test came back with elevated levels. Fabulous! So bright and early Monday Morning I have to arrive at the doctors office to suffer through a three-hour test. This means several things:
1. There's a potential that nothing is wrong, or that I have gestational diabetes.
2. I cannot have anything to eat or drink after midnight Sunday.
3. I have to sit in the doctors office for over three hours while they force glucola down me and poke my arms who knows how many times to take my blood.
4. I have to find a last minute baby sitter for Arabella as Adam is just coming off of vacation.
5. I have to bring something with me to keep me busy. My "busy" item is Arabella's stocking, but will I be in a room isolated or out in the waiting room? I don't want to string all my goods out in the waiting room
6. I wasn't feeling so hot after the one-hour test and thankfully had Adam to drive me home. I don't know how I'm going to manage driving after three hours of testing, and over twelve hours of not eating.
So I guess we'll know something soon enough. I'm very disappointed and will be more so if I do in fact have GD. But I'll make the best of it...only twelve weeks before little man makes an appearance.
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