pregnancy

HALLELUIA! I have ANKLES again!

Oh, the small joys!

Over the course of my weekend’s travels, I had misplaced my ankles, hidden them inside the water-balloons attaching my feet to my legs. Seriously. I had retained so much water and my ankles and feet had swollen so much, my skin was so tight, I swear they would have popped had I stepped on a pin. I have no doubt that their condition contributed to the fact that when I went to my dr. appt yesterday morning, I apparently had gained 5 lbs in the past 2 weeks (2 would have been appropriate). So, yesterday I made it my mission to rectify the issue. I drank my water religiously. I tried to move around more at work. And when I got home, I parked myself on the couch with my feet elevated until it was time to do the same in bed. (What a great excuse to be lazy and read!)

This morning I woke to find my ankles had returned! They’re still a little big, but I can flex them again without the skin feeling like it’s going to tear.

Goodie!

something for me to try not to stress about

This has been weighing on me more heavily than I’d like to admit: I did my 1-hour sugar test (to check for gestational diabetes) on Monday and got a call on Tuesday telling me I tested high and need to do the 3 hour test.

I’m nervous about it, because I really don’t want to have to deal with it, not because I’m so concerned that it would be a problem if I had it. But, really, I just don’t want to deal with it.

So tomorrow (Friday) morning, I get to do the 3-hour test. I am NOT looking forward to it. When I did the 1-hour test, they had me fast from midnight on, drink the nasty “juice”, wait an hour and then drew my blood. This time, it’s the same deal EXCEPT that they’ll draw blood 4 times: once before the juice, and once each hour thereafter until 3 hours have passed. All on an empty stomach. Sure, I’m past the morning sickness, but really, I don’t do blood draws well on an empty stomach. Hell, I don’t do blood draws well period. Mentally, I’m ok with it. I can handle the needles. I don’t watch. But I am such a lightweight that I’m afraid I’ll pass out. Then when it’s all said and done and they tell me “ok, sweetie, you can go eat breakfast or whatever now” I’ll be too out of it to feel up to driving myself home. ARGH. I DON’T want to deal with it.

I’m pretty confident that the first test was a false positive. It doesn’t run in my family, and I am measuring right on track in both size and weight, not big as is typical with GD. That aside, I didn’t have a super high score (147 with a 130/140 threshold depending on the practice). And aparently 15-23% of the 1-hr tests come back positive while only 3-5% of pregnant women actually develop gestational diabetes. That’s a hell of a lot of false positives.

I expect I’m one of them. But of course, there’s a chance I’m not. I’m already expecting to be hooked up to an antibiotic for GBS — even though I only tested positive for that at like 9 weeks and it’s likely gone by now. I STILL don’t get the logic on that one.

Anyhow. So cross your fingers that I test negative this time. And that I don’t pass out. And that I can drive myself home, because I really don’t want to spend the day at the OBGYN for lack of a means to get home.

PS – I just read “Fewer than 1 in 5 women with a positive GCT [1-hr sugar test] will meet criteria for GDM on a full OGTT [3-hr sugar test]” in a medical report:”Screening for Gestational Diabetes Mellitus”. I actually said that earlier, I guess, but not in those words. Makes me feel a little better.

whiny entry

I’m tired, feeling yucky, hungry, tired and miserable. DH had the flu all weekend, so I got to play nurse to him while taking care of munchkin and myself by myself. Fortunately “myself” wasn’t doing too bad this weekend, but unfortunately I had been planning on having DH help with the kid so I could use the weekend to get WORK done. No such luck. Now today, once DH is back out the door at work, I feel like crap — pregnant crap, not flu crap at least — and STILL am getting NOTHING accomplished. I’m feeling burnt out and am LOATHING the idea of having to go to work tomorrow. I’ve been a freaking emotional mess today and am being an awful mom leaving munckin in his crib long after his nap. He’s entertaining himself and hasn’t cried to get out, but really I owe him some attention, a diaper change, and dinner.

I’m so tired. And damnit, I’m crying again.