I went a little hypochondriac on myself and developed a fear of gestational diabetes. I hadn’t given it much thought until my doctor handed me the lab slip at Week 24 and asked that I get the test done ASAP.
I did what logic would dictate and waited four more weeks to have the test done. I freaked myself out thinking about all the fruit and ice cream I had been consuming. Even though I knew that I wasn’t having any of the symptoms and that my weight gain is on track, I still got a little crazy and Googled my ass off. By the time I took the test I knew that I probably didn’t have it, but I still freaked myself out. Then I did something really smart.
I took the test after Thanksgiving! How dumb is that!
I ate my baby’s weight in pie that weekend and then took off to the lab to down the fabulous orange soda-like concoction and have my blood drawn. I’m smart. Promise.
Anyway, I had my 32 Week appointment last week and all is well in the GD department. I can now continue on eating fruit, ice cream and having sugar in my decaf coffee while feeling no guilt.
Hallelujah! How would I survive this last few weeks without ice cream. For realz, though, how?