…my one hour glucose tolerance test. I scored 152 (passing at my doctor’s is 135, some people say 140–but anyway people have results like 70 or 80, so 152 does not seem good). For breakfast I think I had two hard boiled eggs and a glass of milk, and maybe a bite of sandwich. But I ate it as I went out the door, so probably within an hour of the test. I wonder if that might have screwed up the results.
But during my last pregnancy I passed with 120, even after eating breakfast.
I have to go for the three hour tomorrow. I was afraid of that. Some of my friends who had it said it was really difficult and unpleasant. (Heh, but less than eight months ago, I watched my dad die of brain cancer, and I survived. I really shouldn’t be scared of a bad day.) I will have my blood work at the same lab where we had to take him, using a wheelchair. It is also the building where my mom’s oncologist was.
Some days, I really just want to move.
Regarding diet and exercise, I’ve been as careful as I know how since my last doctor appointment on April 13th where the doctor berated me for my weight gain. But before my May appointment, I put four pounds on anyway. I don’t know how they can tell me that. When I weigh myself (on a digital scale) my weight can go up and down by four pounds in a single day.
I did have a HA1C test earlier in pregnancy which is supposed to be related to your average blood sugar over the previous three months; that one came out normal.
My last pregnancy was problem-free. This one seems to be having a lot more hiccups. I will be really, immeasurably relieved when this stage of my life is done.