Yesterday I went and took the 3 hour glucose test. The actual test wasn’t as bad as I remembered from when I had to take it with NHL. I really think the new glucola helps a lot. Still I was pretty shaky and queasy right in the middle of the test. This time I was able to read and concentrate more than I could when I took it 3 years ago.

I have bad feelings about the test though and don’t expect to get good news when I call in a little while. I know it’s not the end of the world to have GD, it’s just another PITA thing to have to deal with. Why couldn’t the rest of this pregnancy just be calm? After the whole Downs Syndrome scare I think it’s the least that should happen, but why would there ever be a dull moment?

Oh well. I will post later on when I have the official word. It may be much later since I will likely be crying. Plus, NHL is home today trying to rest up (he’s really congested) for a big weekend with my brother and SIL. He’s SO excited to see Uncle I and Aunt M. Now I’m just hoping that the Buffalo jinx isn’t spreading to when the people from Buffalo come here.

C’est Moi

Yesterday morning I went to take my 1 hour glucose test and had my regular OB visit. The little guy was extremely active thanks to the vile amounts of sugar that I had to consume for the test.

I was told to call my OBs office this morning to get the results. When I was pregnant with NHL in 2003 I failed by 3 points and had to do the horrible 3 hour test (those memories are still VERY fresh). This time I asked if I could just skip the 1 hour and go to the 3 since a lot of people who fail the 1 hour do fine with the 3 hour. I didn’t want to have to deal with both tests. They wouldn’t allow me to, but told me I could do the testing about a week early so it was over my vacation to allow time in case I needed the 3 hour test.

So this morning I called to get the results. The receptionist told me that nobody had seen the paperwork yet, but it wasn’t good news for me. She told me that my number was 153 and their cut off is 140. I broke into hysterics on the phone with her. I’m so ticked off since it means another time to fast (and feel lousy)- this time from midnight to almost noon. I already told JL that I will not go to this alone, so he will take the day off to go with me. It’s a good thing he worked Monday and has the day to use now. Now I’m waiting for the nurse to call me back with the official word and to tell me what if any options I have.

C’est Moi

YUMMY!

All I can say is it was worth the wait. For several months I have been craving a turkey submarine sandwich. Poor JL has had to listen to me whine and complain about this. I know I’m not supposed to have it, but to be honest for years people ate things like that when pregnant without issues. Plus it’s not like I’m going to have it every day.

The entire time we were in Buffalo by Christmas I wanted to go to Wegmens for one of their amazing subs, but we never got there for that. I got over it (sort of) and just haven’t found a place locally to go. Tonight we ordered dinner from a pizza place. I noticed that they had Boars Head meats, my favorite turkey. JL looked at me and told me to go for it.

So tonight I had half of my delicious sub. I was so afraid that after waiting this long for something I would be disappointed, but luckily I wasn’t.

Thanks to the best husband in the world I am very happy tonight . . . *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge*

C’est Moi