Last week I was dreading the impending 3-hour glucose test. I needed to fast for 8 to 12 hours before my 9:30 appointment. So I ate a big dinner and planned on snacking before I went to bed around 9. But by then I was still full from dinner so I skipped my snack. But of course I woke up at 1:18am...starving! I figured I had 12 minutes so I better get moving. I dragged myself to the kitchen for a banana and some raw almonds.
But when I got up at 5:30 I was still hungry.... I hate being hungry. I feel sick and I get crabby. Luckily by the time I got on the road I was able to distract myself enough to function. My first blood draw was done by 9:45. That was done to get my baseline blood-sugar reading. Then I had to wait 45 minutes for them to test my blood so they knew how much glucose to give me. I got the drink at 10:35 so my blood draw times were 11:35, 12:35, & 1:35. So it was 1:45 before I could eat anything! I was a bit worried about the drink making me sick on an empty stomach so I asked the lab tech how often that happened. He said about 1 in 20! I knew that I'd have to do this all over again if that happened so I was hoping that wouldn't happen to me.
Between my iPhone and my book, the time actually passed fairly quickly. My IM showed up for the last hour and brought me a pastrami sandwich. She wanted to stay with me for the whole thing but I told her I wouldn't be much fun to be around when I'm hungry and crabby! When the test was finally over at 1:45 we had 15 minutes to eat our lunch and then get to the next appointment (with the perinatologist). I INHALED that sandwich. It was almost embarrassing to know that she saw that. LOL!
The peri did his ultrasound and everything is great. Baby Joseph (oh, did I tell you he officially has a name now?! Cute side story on this to follow.) has turned head down and is measuring a little over 2 lbs. The peri was confident that I'd pass my glucose test. If not... he said he'd eat a broom. That would be a sight to see!
The next day I got the good news that I passed all the stages of the glucose test. No gestational diabetes for me! I celebrated by making a batch of chocolate chip cookies Friday night. :-)
So the cute side story: when I told our kids about being a surrogate I used a book called The Kangaroo Pouch. It's a story about a kangaroo family and the mom decides to help another kangaroo family by letting their baby grow in her pouch until he's ready to go home to his parents. And a baby kangaroo is called a joey. So it's just perfect that I'm now carrying around a baby Joey!
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