It appears as though I may have started my nesting phase over the weekend. Either that or I was just trying to find things to do once I boarded my husband on a plane to Kentucky where he will be for the next week. But considering how I normally fill my time when he is gone (running errands, shopping, or watching chick flicks) my vote is leaning towards nesting. You be the judge:

Once Simeon left for the airport, I watched TV in bed for a while then got up and took a shower. I started a load of laundry (FYI laundry is so much more fun with a nice, new washer and dryer!) and ate a bowl of cereal. All relatively normal behavior. Then I decided to gather up the garbage around the house to prepare for our garbage pick up the following day. Only when I walked into our bathroom, fully preparing to simply empty the trash into the large garbage bag I was carrying, I caught a glimpse of our medicine cabinet. I decided now was as good a time as any to toss out any expired items and tidy up a bit. I completely emptied the cabinet, tossed all the old items, dusted the shelves and put the few remaining things (I was really surprised how many things had expired. I don’t think I had ever cleaned our medicine cabinet since we bought our house in January of 2003) back in, organized according to use (first aid, cold/flu, dental hygiene, etc.) and then of course by height within the category.

Feeling quite happy with my completed task, and still armed with Pledge, Swiffers and Windex, I glanced around for another project. I spotted the nightstands in our bedroom and set to work. I cleared all the surfaces, cleaned and polished the furniture until I could practically see my reflection in the dark wood, and dusted each individual item before putting things back where they belonged. In the process I threw out a ton of stuff. This was particularly a task on my husband’s side of the bed, where he empties his pockets at the end of the day and grows quite the collection of completely random and useless junk (business cards, candy wrappers, movie stubs, etc). Happy with the absence of dust and lack of surface clutter, I considered the bedroom attacked and conquered.

At this point I was starting to get a little tired and decided to stop for a snack. I made myself a quick PB&J sandwich and sat down at the dining room table to enjoy my treat. While I was eating I glanced around the living room and noticed our DVDs in the entertainment center. Now I first have to explain that I am really particular about my movies and keep everything alphabetized at all times. Understanding this is a rather difficult concept for others to grasp (and more specifically, follow) I have a sort of “re-shelving” area (like they have at the library) of DVDs that have been recently purchased, watched, or returned from friends. Once I finished my snack, I took out all the DVDs, lined them up alphabetically, and integrated the other DVDs into the mix. Having emptied out the entertainment center almost entirely, I thought this was a perfect time to clean things up. I grabbed my Pledge, Swiffers and Windex and got rid of every speck of dust and every fingerprint I could find. Then I loaded everything back in, making sure all the spines lined up with not only each other, but the edge of the shelf. Anal? Yes. Very.

Then I decided I needed a fun project, so I set to decorating the house with all my fall and Halloween decorations. Dusting, tidying and fluffing pillows every step of the way. Finally I decided I was too tired to take on any more tasks for the day, so I grabbed some dinner and went downstairs to watch a movie. But I have my mind set on tackling the Tupperware cupboard later this week…then who knows where this frenzy will take me.

Well it is official. I have gestational diabetes. I just talked to my doctor’s office and got the results of my 3-hour test:

     Fasting: 81 mg/dl
     One hour: 165 mg/dl
     Two hour: 165 mg/dl
     Three hour: 154 mg/dl

This is how they classify “abnormal” scores:
     Fasting: 95 mg/dl or higher
     One hour: 180 mg/dl or higher
     Two hour: 155 mg/dl or higher
     Three hour: 140 mg/dl or higher

So while my fasting and one hour tests were fine, the two and three hour were not. Luckily, my scores were not very far outside the normal limit, so my doctor said I should be able to regulate my blood sugar with diet and exercise alone. This means no insulin and no shots. Yeah! I will, however, have to test my own blood sugar levels between doctors appointments, but it should only be a tiny prick of the finger.

Next Monday night I have a diabetic education class, where I will meet with a dietician and learn more about gestational diabetes. They will send me home with my very own glucometer to test my blood sugar. Then I have a follow-up appointment the following Monday afternoon.

I know that between 2 and 7 percent of expectant mothers develop this condition, making it one of the most common health problems of pregnancy, but for now it is a little overwhelming. I have read just about everything I can Google on the subject. I know it’s common. I know it’s manageable. I know it’s not my fault. I know it is just that my pancreas can’t keep up with the increased insulin demand due to these damn pregnancy hormones raging through my body. I KNOW.

But still.

I stumble across phrases like “baby may be too large to enter the birth canal” or “twice as likely to develop preeclampsia” or worse yet, “increased risk for stillbirth in the last two months of pregnancy.” While I understand the odds of these things happening to me, given my test results, are relatively rare, it doesn’t change the fact that these things are all very scary.

But don’t get me wrong, I am going to do everything in my power to work this to my advantage. I am going to eat healthier. I am going to get more exercise. If nothing else, I am going to do my best to be as healthy and as aware as I can possibly be. And you damn well better believe that this is going to be a change my family will me making to help keep us as healthy and happy as possible.

I just got back from my 3-hour glucose test. Whew. That was a doozy. Yesterday, once I found out I needed to take the second test, I was told to wait a couple hours for my test results to be sent over to the hospital and then I could call in to set my appointment. Luckily, they had an opening for this morning. Not wanting to drag this thing out any longer than was necessary, I snagged the earliest time slot available.

I was told not to eat anything after 7:30pm last night, which wasn’t too bad. We just made sure I had dinner early enough to make the deadline. Then I was cut-off. Only water until my test was over. So I dragged my ass over to the hospital at the lovely hour of 7:30am to begin the test.

First they took my fasting blood sugar level. If it was over 140, we wouldn’t need to go any further because we could just determine I had gestational diabetes. Luckily mine was 104, so I got to proceed with the test! Yeah. They gave me the Glucola (again, I went with the lemon-lime) which was the same in every way (size, consistency, etc.) except that it had twice as much sugar as the 1-hour test. And boy did it! I was really worried it was going to make me sick, because I was already light-headed from skipping breakfast. But my nurse informed me if I threw up we would have to stop the test and reschedule for another day. I did not want to do that, so I willed myself with every fiber of my being to not be sick or pass out or anything else that might ruin the test. My nurse was really cool and told me if I needed anything to let her know. She even offered me a pillow and blanket if I started to feel sick. And her name was Ana! I told her that was what we were planning to name the baby, so naturally we instantly bonded. You gotta love a good nurse during such a grueling test.

Anyway, then every hour for the next three hours I was called back into this tiny room for her to take a vile of my blood. I even had my own personal alarm that meant someone had to come and get me because you have a very small window in which to draw the blood. I wasn’t allowed to leave the waiting area between drawings because any unnecessary physical activity could alter my readings. Thankfully, I knew this in advance and brought a couple books to keep me busy. But the further I got into the test, the harder it was to keep focused on my books. Not only was I light-headed, but I was crashing from the worst sugar-high AND I was starving.

Finally Ana drew my last vile of blood. This left me with two nice holes in each arm, complete with gauzey bandages to rack up the extra sympathy from anyone I came across. (You wouldn’t believe how quickly people will open the door for a pregnant lady covered in bandages!) Then I quickly raced to my car with an unbeatable determination to find food–and fast!

So I survived the test. It wasn’t the worst thing I have ever done, but I won’t be lining up to do it again anytime soon. The roller coaster from drunken-sugar high, to dizzy nausea, to feeling like I haven’t slept in months was just NOT FUN. Oh and I should know the results in a couple days, so stay tuned!

I just got off the phone with my OB’s nurse with the results of my Glucose Screening Test. Apparently my levels were a little outside of the normal range so I have to back in and take the dreaded 3-hour test. Urghhh. But I don’t wanna!!

I had my 28 week doctor’s appt this morning and have this to report back:

Urine: Normal, signs of sugar (see below)
Weight: 1 lb since last month (4 lbs total gain)
Blood Pressure: Lower than last time
Baby’s Heartbeat: Normal, in the 180s

Things of note were that we had the big Glucose Screen test. An hour before my appointment I drank my little bottle of soda and prepared for the worst, but I really didn’t think it was that bad. It was just like super sweet 7-up (I did pick the lemon-lime flavor and I would highly recommend it over the orange from what I have heard). Then I sat back and waited to start twitching or bouncing off the walls, but nothing happened. Hopefully that means my body is reacting well to sugar and doing all the things it is suppose to.

Anyway, we got to the doctor’s office and did the hurry-up-and-wait thing, then I gave some blood for the glucose test (results should be back in a few days) and went in for my regular appointment. After the poking and prodding of the uterus (all measurements are in normal range) we got to listen to the heartbeat. I tell ya, that woosh, woosh, woosh just never gets old. I love it.

But the surprising part of the appointment came as my doctor was handing us the little slip to set up our next visit. Having done my reading, I was all prepared for the switch from having appointments once a month to every two weeks, but I was not prepared for her to say, “And now we will schedule the appointments for the rest of your pregnancy.” THE. REST. OF. MY. PREGNANCY. How bizarre is that? So I see her every two weeks for the next eight weeks, then I switch to weekly visits until I deliver…which seems to be arriving more quickly that I could ever have imagined! Eeee!!