Last night I ate a piece of cake. Birthday cake. Chocolate cake. Tastes like "I want LOTS MORE" cake. It was DELICIOUS. Award-worthy. And even after servings were passed out to friends, there was much left to enjoy in the days to come. JACKPOT! Or a temporary one. Because then the phone rang.
It was the doctor. She called to give me the results of my blood work from Saturday morning. Funny thing is, I joked with our company that I shouldn't eat a piece of cake because I'd probably end up getting a phone call from the doctor immediately after - informing me that my blood sugar is on the NOT-GOOD side of things. Well......did I call that or what?! She told me that I have high blood sugar and low hemoglobin - both of which can be dangerous to Baby P if they aren't taken care of soon.
Naturally (or not naturally?) I broke into tears and pictured worst case scenarios in my mind. I also thought of every sugary thing I ate during pregnancy (including that PIECE OF CAKE!) and made myself even more upset through the blame and guilt of it all. I couldn't really bare the thought of inflicting harm on our wee babe.......and I was non-stop replaying all of my bad food choices in the past few weeks. Luckily, I had many wonderful people to give me hugs and reassure me that everything would be okay (THANK YOU TO THOSE VERY SPECIAL PEOPLE!).
After the tears, I decided to settle in with my "What to Expect When You're Expecting" book to read up on gestational diabetes (which the doctor suspects I have). Believe it or not, it was de-stressing to learn more about it! Apparently my body INTENDS to have more glucose in the bloodstream (especially during the second trimester!) to keep lots available for our growing baby girl. However, this "perfect" plan that the body has does not always work out so "perfectly". Some women just can't counteract this anti-insulin effect and end up with TOO, TOO much sugar running through their system. The authors said to FEAR NOT - it is treatable with diet and exercise in most cases (HIP, HIP!)! I have an appointment with the dietician tomorrow evening and my obstetrician will be repeating my glucose test in two weeks to see if the dietary changes are helping. Keep your fingers crossed for us!!!
On a more happy note, while we were laying in bed last night I felt Baby P kick for the first time! I quickly told Phil to put his hand on my belly to feel it too but he said he only "sorta" felt it. Well, I wasn't very happy with a "sorta". I told Baby P that her daddy was a P.E. teacher and she needed to show him that she knew her sports! I asked her to show Daddy what soccer players do and SURE ENOUGH...........she gave a BIG KICK!!!! It was MAGICAL. And weird-feeling. And awesome. It's like she knew we were upset and was giving a kick to say "HEY! I'm OKAY, MOM AND DAD!!!!" (Well, THAT, or she was saying "HUH?! NO MORE CAKE?!!!") Haha.
I'm hoping to feel her sweet little feet again tonight! Ohhhhhh I LOVE HER!!!! I'll de-sugar and un-sweeten all day long if it means a healthy and happy little lady :)
It was the doctor. She called to give me the results of my blood work from Saturday morning. Funny thing is, I joked with our company that I shouldn't eat a piece of cake because I'd probably end up getting a phone call from the doctor immediately after - informing me that my blood sugar is on the NOT-GOOD side of things. Well......did I call that or what?! She told me that I have high blood sugar and low hemoglobin - both of which can be dangerous to Baby P if they aren't taken care of soon.
Naturally (or not naturally?) I broke into tears and pictured worst case scenarios in my mind. I also thought of every sugary thing I ate during pregnancy (including that PIECE OF CAKE!) and made myself even more upset through the blame and guilt of it all. I couldn't really bare the thought of inflicting harm on our wee babe.......and I was non-stop replaying all of my bad food choices in the past few weeks. Luckily, I had many wonderful people to give me hugs and reassure me that everything would be okay (THANK YOU TO THOSE VERY SPECIAL PEOPLE!).
After the tears, I decided to settle in with my "What to Expect When You're Expecting" book to read up on gestational diabetes (which the doctor suspects I have). Believe it or not, it was de-stressing to learn more about it! Apparently my body INTENDS to have more glucose in the bloodstream (especially during the second trimester!) to keep lots available for our growing baby girl. However, this "perfect" plan that the body has does not always work out so "perfectly". Some women just can't counteract this anti-insulin effect and end up with TOO, TOO much sugar running through their system. The authors said to FEAR NOT - it is treatable with diet and exercise in most cases (HIP, HIP!)! I have an appointment with the dietician tomorrow evening and my obstetrician will be repeating my glucose test in two weeks to see if the dietary changes are helping. Keep your fingers crossed for us!!!
On a more happy note, while we were laying in bed last night I felt Baby P kick for the first time! I quickly told Phil to put his hand on my belly to feel it too but he said he only "sorta" felt it. Well, I wasn't very happy with a "sorta". I told Baby P that her daddy was a P.E. teacher and she needed to show him that she knew her sports! I asked her to show Daddy what soccer players do and SURE ENOUGH...........she gave a BIG KICK!!!! It was MAGICAL. And weird-feeling. And awesome. It's like she knew we were upset and was giving a kick to say "HEY! I'm OKAY, MOM AND DAD!!!!" (Well, THAT, or she was saying "HUH?! NO MORE CAKE?!!!") Haha.
I'm hoping to feel her sweet little feet again tonight! Ohhhhhh I LOVE HER!!!! I'll de-sugar and un-sweeten all day long if it means a healthy and happy little lady :)
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