Earlier this week, I finally caved and went in for that accursed glucose tolerance test that I had been avoiding. I did it partly to get them off my back about the whole business, and partly because I really do like my midwife and it seemed to matter to her more than it did to me. So, I didn’t eat anything after 8 p.m. and didn’t drink after midnight (okay, I confess: I did have a couple of swallows of water when I got up in the morning, but anyone in my position would have done the same), and I dragged myself out of the house at seven-thirty the next day and went to the hospital to drink the foul concoction.
My blood was taken and tested both before and two hours after I drank a half-liter of super-strength sugar water — on an empty stomach, ugh — and both times the results were perfectly normal. On the low side of normal, even. Color me less than surprised. While some of the care providers I’ve seen have seemed to view my reluctance to take the test as some sort of wanton disregard for the health of the little being currently pummeling my insides like it’s going out of style (“But it’s for the baaaaayyy-beeeeee! The baaaaayyy-beeeee is in danger!”), you may rest assured that if I had had the slightest reason to be concerned, I would have been on board for the testing from the get-go. I may be fat, and I may be old, but I am not stupid.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but haven’t women been giving birth long before glucose tolerance tests were around? Pregnancy is not a medical condition. And since you’ve done this a time or two, I think you’d know if something was amiss. Sorry, I’m a little irritated at doctors right now and their lack of belief that the patient might have a clue as to what’s going on with their body. And I totally get the sneaking of the water. The morning of my surgery I was supposed to go in having fasted, and I did, right after that pot of coffee and half a pack of cigarettes. 😀 I figured the stress and nervousness were way worse for me. And I’ve had enough surgeries to know that neither pain medicine nor anesthesia make me nauseous. Lol, poor Si. Him trying to convince me that morning that I was gonna die if I had one more cup or one more smoke…and me trying to convince him (in the most kind and reassuring manner) to shut the hell up. Anyway, I miss you and am glad to hear everything is alright. 😀
1. u r NOT old. I am old and always will be older than you.
2. you are womanly, not fat. you also are pregnant. weight gain is again normal:)
3. all your babies have been a-ok, so no alerts should be gong off to anyone, especially you.
4. This baby will be as healthy and wonderful as all your others were Now go have a nice meal, and don´t starve yourself anymore for stupid tests!