NOT DIABETIC!

I realize, of course, that most of my readers could say the same thing, and that this really doesn't seem like news worth reporting.

But it's the most exciting thing happening for me right now.  Let me 'splain.

I had gestational diabetes with my first pregnancy.  After having it once, a woman's chances of having gestational diabetes with every further pregnancy is 90%.   90%!  For most of the 10% that don't get it, they have lost a lot of weight between pregnancies, decreasing their odds of recurrence.  With the next pregnancy, I took it for granted that I would have it.  But I didn't.  And then I was again not diabetic with the third.  Strange, but I'll take it!

Diabetes tests are administered in two rounds.  If you fail the first, you take the second before officially diagnosed.  When I failed the first, I was just sure, given my history, that I would fail the second.  I had already begun telling friends that I was GD again.  I was grieving.  The strict diet to which I would be assigned is incredibly boring.  There can be no eating out or even eating in friends' homes.  I would have to poke my finger four times each day to monitor my blood sugar.  There would be extra doctor appointments.  But the worst news of it all is that being GD means that you have a 50% chance of developing full-blown type 2 diabetes later in life.  Diabetes for two or three months is nothing compared to dealing with it every day, with little hope of a cure, as I am sure that some of my readers know first-hand.  Having gotten away healthy in the last two pregnancies, I was hoping that my GD with Bethelle had been a fluke and that I did not have that 50% chance.  When I failed the first test this time, it all came flooding back to me.  No fluke, I thought.

Well, as already indicated, I just heard back from my nurse that my sugar levels in the second test were a little higher than usual, but not to the diabetic level.  I told her that it had been my intention all along to cut back on sugars and carbs for my last trimester due to my history.  She said that sounds great, but to "go celebrate with a cookie!"  Don't know if I will.  But I will at least blog about it.