That’s for gestational diabetes…which I found out yesterday that I do have…which I am NOT very happy about.
So I spent most of yesterday reacting. The morning was mostly spent sobbing in frustration. Then I sulked a good bit of the rest of the day. I was pretty much bummed. As if the next few weeks won’t be hard enough, now I have to deal with this, too. YUCK! (Can you sense I’m still not totally over it…)
By last night, I was trying to focus on other things and was even able to laugh a little bit about it (well, at least about my reaction). And I had a nice time at our church’s moms’ group so that helped.
This morning, I had to meet with a nurse to get started on stuff. I’m slightly less frustrated now. She had me watch a video and walked me through some stuff. Here’s the results:
- To “fail” Wednesday’s glucose test, the blood sugar had to be high in 2 of the 4 blood draws. Mine was high in 2 of the 4 blood draws. And both were about 10-12 milligrams (or whatever measurement they use) over the limit, which doesn’t seem that high to me. But basically, I have this “issue” ONLY because of the second placenta. That’s pretty much it.
- Editorial comment: I find myself very resentful of that placenta. Not the baby, of course, I want the baby. But I’m mad at the placenta. I know it’s necessary for the baby. But I’m bitter about the whole thing. Dumb placenta.

- I now have to test my blood 4 times a day until the babies are born. She gave me my very own monitor and a starter pack of test strips, etc, and taught me how to use it. I have to test about 2 hours after every meal, and I have to keep a meticulous log of the readings.
- Editorial comment: I have to prick my fingers to get the blood reading, and it does hurt a little. Also, I will now have to plan into my day how I’ll get the testing done after each meal. I guess I’ll have to take the meter everywhere with me or never leave the house. Boy, doesn’t the next (hopefully) 8 weeks sound like fun for me?!?

- Next week, I have to meet with a dietician. That was one of the most frustrating things of all. I have to start testing now, but won’t have much help on what to do about the readings until late next week. Thankfully, today’s nurse did give me some basic food guidelines since I have no real idea of what a meal plan should look like. But it seems I’ll be guessing for a week, so hopefully we can figure something out…
Okay, enough of my bitter, cranky spirit. I’m sure I’ll get used to it eventually. But it’s still hard right now. I want to spend a lot of time whining to God about “Why me?” and “Poor me”. But seriously, it could be much, much worse. In fact, at 29 weeks of a twin pregnancy, I should be ecstatic that this is the worst thing that’s happened so far. Still, I know God and I need to do a lot of work on my attitude.
Oh! And on a totally random side note, a spider attacked me this morning! Okay, maybe not attacked, but while driving home this morning, a huge, fuzzy black spider started crawling up my belly! And I couldn’t get it off me! I had a small panic attack, trying to get it off me while keeping my car on the road. I’m sure anyone who saw me thought I was having a seizure or something. Still, I did finally manage to flick it onto the floor and it’s probably hiding under my seat, plotting its revenge for the next time we use my car. Maybe I’ll make Eric drive it next… 