I got a call from the OB’s office today. It turns out that my glucose test didn’t go as well as I thought it would. In fact, it went bad enough that I have to go in on Wednesday, fasting for 12 hours, and do a THREE-HOUR glucose test. If I manage to pass that one, I’ll be fine. Barring that… I’ve probably managed to NOT dodge my most bothersome bullet and developed gestational diabetes.
Not like I didn’t know this was coming… but at the same time, it’s kind of a bummer and a scare to realize that the doctors might actually agree with me. I feel fine, I generally have no problems, I eat what I feel like eating… I don’t eat a lot of sweets or anything like that (although some periodically for the heck of it)…
Yeah… I’m not looking forward to this week. At all.
I’m going to go bathe or something.