With the transfer of doctor everything to South Dakota comes the dreaded glucose test. The one I passed with flying colors eight times. The ninth, I failed, but keeping my sugar numbers where they ought to be was a breeze. No big deal. Skip rice and oatmeal. Everything else was fair game.
I still went into labor at 36 weeks and had a 9 pound slightly premature baby.
Tenth time, failed again. Worse. Cutting out a few carb rich foods isn’t fixing it this time.
This time, my sugars are higher. Not crazy high, but not my norm from last time. I’m measuring big again. I’m cautiously optimistic I can get them under control, but I’m frustrated already. My body doesn’t do this nearly so well as it used it. Super frustrating. I keep hearing horror stories. I don’t like it. I met a nutritionist yesterday. I’ve had a lot of babies, ultrasounds, appointments, but never had to do that before. It was fine. Painless. But still very different from my norm.
Babies are worth it. That’s all I’ve got right now. Feels like my body is failing me.