When I Fail ...

I fail big. My doc's office called this morning with the results of my Glucose Tolerance Test. Apparently I'm not a tolerant person because my number far exceeded the number in the safe range. I kind of expected it. I knew it was coming. Face it, with a body like mine to begin with paired with my family history of diabetes, I didn't stand a chance. I go back on Thursday for further testing. Those of you who have been through this have heard of, or possibly experienced, the three-hour glucose test. Well, we're skipping that. Per doc, my number is high enough that we're not entertaining the possibility that the results were maybe just a tiny fraction high making treatment not necessary. We're just doing a fasting glucose test (which, frankly, is what that last one was because I ate nothing before going in except my synthroid and some water) and an OB visit. Good thing I already have an endocrinologist whom I am already seeing on Monday for my thyroid. Seriously, how old am I? How many docs do I have? I originally planned to make this a nice little blog about how wonderful pregnancy is but this Doomsday Diet is starting to sink in and I'm not happy about it.

My work isn't happy about it either. I had agreed to work a full day on Thursday to cover for the receptionist who has requested the day off. I tried to make my appointment for Wednesday or Friday but they couldn't do it. Seriously, I tried. PSYCHO ALERT: My boss said "we need you here. A day off here and a day there really adds up and when you're not here it's on me and (her) to cover". I'm so sorry. I planned to get gestational diabetes because of all the fun things I've heard about it and I just love the risk to my baby. Cry me a river, bitch. Granted, I called in sick last Thursday, I was off last Friday, I'm off early on Monday, and I'm off next Tuesday and now I'm off this Thursday --- but it's a part time job -- a low paying part time job. I've probably showed up for work more than your typical file clerk and I've put up with a ton of shit around here so I just don't want to hear it. EXIT PSYCHO ALERT. aaaaaahhh

It has been one heck of a few days. James made me go hang out with the guys Friday night when I felt like poo and I think I kept poor Lisa up WAY past her bedtime waiting for James to be done with his case of beer and his washers game. I finally told him the designated driver was leaving, with or without him, at midnight. He came running - out of fear that psycho preggers might actually leave him. :-) Saturday was a long day too as we hit the mall for a while. I had some Motherhood gift cards to spend and I bought huge giant maternity panties. They are the best things ever!! Sexy? hell no. But why do you need to be sexy when you're already knocked up? Sorry if that's TMI. :-) get over it. That night we watched "Wild Hogs" and it was funny. I really enjoyed it and it made us laugh out loud so it was a nice relaxing evening. Sunday we were maybe 2 minutes late to mass and it was standing room only. I guess that's what happens when you go the 'before Sunday football' mass. We watched football all day long on Sunday so it was a nice lazy day. All that time to recoup from my snot overload and lack of sleep earlier in the week. Notice I didn't mention the Aggie game Thursday night. I don't know what you're talking about. The Aggies didn't play Thursday night ... apparently.

The Killers on the other hand, that's my fantasy football team, came up with a big win! I scored the most points in the league this weekend, which was a good thing since the team I was playing scored the second most. It was a nail biter but thanks to the Dallas Cowboys, I won! WOOHOO! Some heads are going to roll on my team though. Heads will roll ..

We had babycare class last night and you'll be happy to know they did actually give us an instruction manual. I laughed when I saw it sitting on the table. I don't think anyone else saw any humor in it. James was such a trooper going to those classes during Monday Night Football. He's the best husband in the world! We got to talk to a pediatrician (and I scored a free book by knowing breastfeeding is recommended for the first 12 months - don't think the other girls knew that - how do you not know that - though James was impressed by my brains) and the nurse went over a list of things we need and she was very emphatic about some of the products we need. Pacifiers ... no matter what kind ... should be glow in the dark. Never would have though of that on my own but it makes sense, unless it will keep my baby awake by glowing in her face. HAH! We learned how to bathe, swaddle and diaper. Right, I'll remember all of that in 2.5 months. I guess it is common sense for the most part. Next Thursday starts the Childbirth classes. I'm looking forward to those. I suppose I should start looking into those chapters in the books.

I guess I've said everything. I've said a lot so I hope that's all. No fun pics this time, sorry. Maybe I'll get some more sonogram pics to share now that I'm in the high risk category. Silver lining to every cloud, right?