silly: no more cake?! what about my fruit?! noooooooooo! *whines* i love my sweets. i've always been more of a craver of all things salty until this baby started growing. and now i only have eyes for sugar coated yummies.
scary: gestational diabetes = bigger babies = a likely c-section. and though i already fight through the waves of fear that come with giving birth, the thought of having her surgically removed scared me more.
the first hour was tolerable. i spent it in a recliner crafting away. the second hour felt tedious. the third hour i lost all composure and laid down on the couch with my feet propped up. a night of fasting, another sugary orange drink, four viles of blood, one sore arm and three long hours of waiting later, and i was a sickly sweaty mess. some lady even stopped me on the way to my car to ask if i was okay. my wobbly shuffling heavy breathing self musta given me away. i should have had joey drive me, but i swore i'd be okay. and i didn't want him to miss henry's poetry reading at school. i made it home by 11, pale as a sheet and hungry as a horse. note: asking a pregnant lady to fast should be illegal!
but i'm well. and baby is well. and we DON'T have gestational diabetes and we can keep eating our cakes and candies and fruits and such. no extra meds, no crazy diets, no added stresses and worries. and for that i am super thankful.
thank you for all the well wishes, we are beyond happy for the blessings of normalcy.
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