Okay, so while this pregnancy has been anything but easy, I was hoping I would catch at least a little bit of a break when it came to my glucose-tolerance test at this morning's 24-week appointment. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. I failed the one hour preliminary test, and failed it pretty bad. That, coupled with the fact that my doctor is pretty sure I had undiagnosed gestational diabetes with Jack (he was over 8 pounds and had a broken clavicle) led her straight to a diagnosis this time. She's not even bothering to send me for the 3-hour test - at least that part is good. So now, I'll go next week to a diabetes education class where they will give me a schedule for the four readings I'll have to take every day and instruction on insulin administration if Dr. Callison determines that I need it. She says I'm doing everything possible to prevent having a big baby this time - decent diet, exercise, low weight gain and high iron numbers - still I measured 28 1/2 weeks when I should have been measuring 24 - ugh! I think it's a good thing they took my blood pressure at the beginning of the appointment and not at the end! Still, I'm thankful that overall, my little girl is healthy and strong (Aaron felt her kicks very clearly last night!) and that Heavenly Father has chosen to bless our family with her little spirit. Now if we just get her here under eight pounds, I'll be ecstatic!
