I almost deliberately chose to not write anything today because seriously, nothing new was happening. I could write the same old stuff, but I wasn’t really in the mood. My doctor came however, and I now do have something to write about. (She came pretty late, almost 5:30, which means that unlike me her day was very busy. Lots and lots of babies today I guess.)
In order to tell this, I have to make a confession. I don’t like telling this part because I have really tried to keep a positive attitude all of the time, but I admit that these past few days have been kind of tough. I don’t think it is because of the diagnosis of gestational diabetes, but maybe I’m wrong. Who knows? Anyway I think the nurses thought that was why, and they told my doctor that I have been kind of down. My doctor wants me to retake the glucose tolerance test after a full three days of carb loading. (I just carb loaded for just one day last time, and that could possibly affect the outcome of the test.) I doubt that I will have a different result because, let’s face it, my diet is a little heavy on the carbs anyway. So I’m going to retake the test on Saturday, and in the meantime, no more finger sticking. It’s a good thing my snacks are still here. I’m going to have a cookie tonight. And some chocolate milk.
My doctor also told me that I can take a wheelchair ride every day. I have not seen the outside of this room in over two weeks. The last time I left this room was two weeks ago last Friday when I had my last ultrasound. She said there is a pavilion somewhere, and I will be able to enjoy a little fresh air and blue sky.