Today's Glucose Tolerance Test was a ...
Consuming just one bottle (a mere 100 grams as opposed to 250) seemed so simple. I did ask for a different flavor ... because Monday's lemon lime aftertaste was still in my mouth ... or at least my mind. If I never see a Sprite or 7-Up or Sierra Mist again, I'll be totally fine with that. It took some time for me to decide to do the stupid test - again.
- First of all, Monday's experience was b-a-d-bad! The amount of incompetence it takes to ask a pregnant lady to fast, give her three times as much glucose as required, and invalid the test ... is well astounding!
- Secondly, I found out that my one-hour screening score was one point (140) above the range of acceptable scores. If you remember, I had french toast for breakfast that morning, which I am pretty sure could bump my score up a few points ... or maybe even a dozen.
- But in the end, I decided I had to know if I do, in fact, have gestational diabetes. Left untreated, it can be quite serious. So the not knowing got me again!
Test results should be in at the beginning of the week ... until then, I think I'll have a piece of cake or two ... as Chitown Momma told me on the phone today, "You're not diabetic until proven otherwise!"
