Today was the big day.
I had practically begged the doc not to make me take the Glucose test that all pregnant women are “supposed” to take, but alas, I was unsuccessful. I thought I had a decent case – I don’t want my baby exposed to that much sugar at one time! What she told me was that the other doctor in the office makes her patients take twice the dosage that mine does. I was appeased, at least somewhat.
Luckily, they had fruit punch flavor! The first sip was deliciously sweet – I was happily surprised! Unfortunately, after about three swallows, that sugar really starts to taste like pure syrup. With a belly ache, I finished off the bottle in the 5 minutes they allow.
I’m a bit nervous about the results. Not that I think I’ll have gestational diabetes – far from it. What I’m worried about is that somehow my lack of sugar intake will throw the results into a tailspin. With no grains in my diet, and a sincere desire to allow sugar to be an indulgence and not an everyday part of my diet, I wondered what my blood would tell them.
Don’t get me wrong, I eat my share of sugars – whether it comes from fruits, vegetables, or the occasional dessert (on weekends and some weekdays). But I certainly don’t eat the amount I see so many pregnant girls taking down in mass quantities. From soft drinks, to candy bars and milk shakes, I would be freaked out if I did that! Surely my baby would come out requesting chocolate – not breast – milk?
I have a few days to wait on the results – the blood work had to be drawn exactly one hour from the time I finished the fruit punch. Hopefully I’ll pass with flying colors!