“Do we need a news flash every time your body does something?”
-Diego, “Ice Age”
Why yes, you do. It’s my blog, you see.
I am not sure if I am mad or relieved. I had another doctor’s appointment today, and finally the results of my 3-hour glucose test. Turns out, I do have gestational diabetes. Why, then, did I not get the results sometime in the last 11 days? Oh, that’s easy. I am a borderline gestational diabetic. But don’t worry… for good measure, I am still being sent to the dietician where I get my very own glucometer (can you rent those??), meal plan, and “education”. Whatever that means… my pamphlet does say “3 hours”, so at least it will be lengthy.
The good news: I have no family history of diabetes. I am not overweight. I guess that means that once the baby slips right out of there, I’m golden. Basically, the doctor explained it as my body, fighting the baby for sugar. Now that’s a funny image. I think that it’s really just the fates, informing me that I am not destined for the 12 children my loins long for. Shoot. Time for plan B.