See my last blog at Gestational Diabetes. Now, see how my week finished up.
My roller coaster of a week wasn’t done. A few days later, I went in to take my 3 hour glucose test, the test that is supposed to clear me of any concerns, and just act as the blessing of being a wake up call for my husband and I to live a more balanced life, a reminder to eat healthy, exercise, and cut back on work, as hard as that was for me.
I get to my test and text my husband as I’m in the waiting room at the lab, when he surprises me and tells me he’s coming to keep me company for those 3 hours. What an amazing husband! He has an incredibly family focused, supportive boss, who we are so thankful for! So, we sit there for 3 hours counting down my 4 blood draws, waiting to get through this phase, and then wait for the results. This was Wednesday.
Thursday morning I wake up, start getting ready for work, and then it hits, I can’t move. I’m stuck. I have shooting pains through my pelvis and both thighs and I can’t move. I call to my husband from the closet and he carries me out to the bed. I immediately call my dad in tears asking what to do and he tells me that while it’s probably some normal pregnancy pains, I do need to call my doctor. So, after all is said and done, my doctor determined that my son’s head is low in my pelvis, hitting two nerves, and sending shooting pains through my body. He confirms that I’m not in early labor, nothing is progressing, and sends me home for a day of rest.
Remember I said roller coaster? Well, here’s the up! Thursday was also the big day for my husband’s brother and his wife. They are also expecting their first and are due 3 months after us. They were having their big ultrasound, and finding out if our son was going to have a little boy cousin, or girl. It’s a boy! We’re so excited for them! A healthy little boy! Two little boy cousins growing up together in the same neighborhood, going to the same school, riding bikes together, playing sports together, we can’t wait!!! What exciting news for the family!
Then, Friday afternoon, the news came. I had failed my 3 hour test, and do in fact have gestational diabetes. I am shocked! My husband is shocked! What does this mean? Here’s all I know – I have to take a class next week to learn about my new diet, how to test my blood sugar throughout the day, and how to best manage this with diet and exercise in hopes of avoiding the need for any medication or insulin to manage this. So until then, I’m to cut back on sugars, sweets, and carbs. And keep exercising.
As I learn more, so will you.
Thanks for following me on this journey,