Mother F*cker

Well that was short lived

My optimism went out the window the day after my wonderful OB appointment. I got the call. I was a huge colossal failure on the glucose screening test. I failed so badly, that the three hour test I am doing on Friday is merely a formality to confirm the diagnosis: Gestational Diabetes. I have to go in the morning, drink the orange crap (only more of it), and sit in their office for three hours – having my blood drawn on the hour every hour. Then I get to meet with the doctor and a nutritionist to teach me how to keep this under control. Prick my finger, test the blood sugar…fun stuff.

So last night for dinner, I had grilled chicken. Then I had an apple for dessert. I have been obsessively reading about the glycemic index, and the foods I should eat to keep my blood sugar levels down. I know it is so important for a healthy baby, so I am going to follow the diet to a T. No slip-ups. I am an all or nothing kind of girl anyway.

As if I don’t worry about my baby enough. After my freak out with her not moving much and going to labor and deliver, I thought – finally. I am going to get to enjoy being pregnant. Well that lasted 12 hours. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Now Paige is kicking me like crazy, but I have to worry about her being 10 pounds and being hypoglycemic. Or is it hyperglycemic? Either way, it’s not good.

I honestly could care less about the diet thing. It really makes no difference to me. Sure, I will miss my ice cream, baked potatoes, french fries, etc…but it is just food. I can certainly give those things up. And will do it happily, I just want my baby to be healthy. I mean we could all stand to eat a little better, I am just doing it out of necessity.

So it took me two years to get pregnant, a cycle of IVF, losing a twin late in the first trimester, gestational diabetes, and God knows what else is going to happen these last few months…just to get my Paige. I am certain she will be well worth it : )