Let's start with the bad news. This is how my morning started... at 5:30 am! I was awakened after a restless sleep bright and early when the nurse came, drew my blood and made me drink the orange goop. I must say, it was so much worse than last time. Possibly that was due to it being 5:30am, but mostly it was because the drink was so warm! The first time I tested, the drink was chilled and that made a huge difference. I really had to gag it down this time. The nurse came back an hour later (6:30am) to draw blood, and then again at 7:30am. Then I got to eat breakfast. I felt icky all day, and I think this is the reason why.
And... unfortunately... I failed the glucose tolerance test (GTT). Insert sad face here. The cutoff in pregnancy is 5 and my levels were 5.3. Really!?!? I am super bummed. I still haven't spoken to the nurse or anyone about it, but the doctor who reported the results told me it just means I will have to watch my diet and monitor my blood sugar more closely. I think that the inactivity while on bed rest does not help, and I also want to ask if the steroid shots I received for the babies lungs may have affected the test. I was told they cause your blood sugar to spike, but I do not know how long the effects remain in your system. So, I now enter the ranks of gestational diabetes, a term I was hoping to avoid. The worst part is that the "treats" that I eat are usually my way of celebrating and giving myself something to look forward to after gloomy hospital food. But I will survive.
The good news is that the day got better though, as I had my first visit and face-to-face meeting with a fellow blogger. She brought me some yummy baked goodies and we had such a nice chat! She lives here in Victoria so I may be seeing more of her. It was great to connect with someone else who knows what it is like going through infertility (she's even going to the same RE clinic as me). I'm sure it wasn't the easiest to come visit me in the hospital while I'm pregnant (and she got lost on the L&D ward, which is never a nice reminder), but I am so glad we got to meet. I hope to keep in touch and can't wait for the day she is in this hospital delivering a little one!
Shortly after she left, DH arrived back in town, and the day was complete!
