happy june!

It's been an eventful month so far~I worked the longest day of my career on Sunday, putting in 12 full hours. We had our big work event on Monday night that went well, so it all paid off. I was dead to the world on Tuesday, and then Wednesday morning I got some not so good news--I failed my glucose test (miserably) and was told I may have gestational diabetes. They told me I needed to come in the next morning for a three hour glucose tolerance test, which was today.

I was very nervous. Gestational diabetes is NOT GOOD, because while it can be controlled through diet and exercise, it increases my risk and the girl's risk for Type 2 diabetes MANY times over. If a mother has gestational diabetes, there's a 50% increased risk for Type 2 later in life, which scared the crap out of me. But, luckily, my very dear friend Gill is a diabetes educator and registered dietitian, so I knew she could help. I failed the test by a BIG margin, so even if I passed the three hour test, it was clear there was some insulin resistance going on. So regardless, changes would need to be made.

So I went this morning for the three hour test, which involved a fasting blood draw, chugging the drink, and then three more blood draws at one hour intervals. After about the second hour, I got very woozy and nauseous, and they made me go lie down. It was quite embarrassing. But I got through it and headed back to the office and had to wait until 3 pm to get the results.

The good news is that I passed, and I don't officially have gestational diabetes, which is a HUGE relief. The only downside is that I was borderline on the one-hour draw, which indicates that I am having some insulin resistance and still need to modify a few things. Basically, I've got to count carbs and keep up the consistent exercise, certainly through the rest of my pregnancy, but in an effort to help off-set any risk for Type 2 in the future, big changes are in order for the rest of my life.

I'm so pleased it's not as bad as it could be, but I still want to be careful for the sake of my health and hers. I've got a lot to learn about it, that's for sure! Certainly the last thing I really want to be doing now is counting carbs and keeping track of what I eat, but I'm trying to look on the bright side. It's a healthier approach to eating overall, which is never a bad thing, and it may help me continue to control my weight. Also, it will help keep her from getting too big, which often happens with gestational diabetes babies and almost always then results in a planned c-section before your due date. I want her to be born as healthy as possible, and I'll do whatever it takes.

With all the craziness at work and Jay working two jobs, I'm looking forward to a relaxing weekend with my husband, hopefully hitting the beach and getting some good cuddle time on the sofa. He was so worried about me and the girl, and I just love him so much for being so supportive and loving and kind. This was just another reassurance to me that we can get through anything.

He's at work tonight so I didn't get a picture today--maybe I'll get one this weekend in my bikini so you can see how enormous I've gotten. It's to the point that this morning I actually SAW her kicks in addition to feeling them. SO crazy. I love how it feels. If it wasn't for the fact that margaritas are off-limits, I could truly be pregnant forever.