A Chance of Diabetes with A Frosty in the Air

Diabetes runs in my family. My dad, his sister, my grandma, and just about everyone has it. My children have no chance. In fact, I feel like I'm a goner. Now this may not seem like a big deal, but I work in health care and I see a majority of people with complications from diabetes. It makes me paranoid. In fact, I'm not a fun member of the family anymore. I have trouble watching my grandma eat only a box a cookies instead of real food without throwing a fit. (She thinks her blood sugar just gets a little high. This drives me insane.) I know I have to have limits in what I say, but sometimes I can't help myself and then I get lectured on how she's old etc. and I should just let her do what she wants. Anyhow. I digress.

So, gestational diabetes is a big paranoia for me. I took the short test last Monday. I thought I was clear, but then they called me up on Friday and said I needed to take the longer one. My paranoid self asked about my scores and the nurse kindly gave them to me. It wasn't as bad as I had thought, but there were still tears involved. So, this Monday I went in for the longer test. A friend watched the boy (Praise be!) and I fasted that morning and went in. If you haven't taken a long diabetes test you just haven't lived. I was shaking and very snarly, hungry, and cranky by the time it was over so I did what anyone who had tried to consistently watch their sugar over the course of the pregnancy would do. I met the husband at Wendy's and got a burger, fries, and a frosty. I didn't even feel guilty breaking lent.

Well. Okay. I felt guilty, but it was so tasty. It also helped to find out that I do not have gestational diabetes. The nurse gave me my numbers, congratulated me and told me to go celebrate....without sugar. I guess I'll still try to be good these last 8 weeks.