It figures.
So, today will always* be remembered as the day I failed my glucose tolerance test and learned I'd have to prick my finger 4 times a day for the next several months and never indulge in the pregnancy rite of passage pint of ice cream.
To be fair, I technically failed it when I took it three days ago, by several months I mean probably 2, and they now make ice cream with natural no calorie sweeteners that may or may not affect glucose levels (I guess I'll find out - thanks, HaloTop!). So really, of all of the things that could go wrong in life and pregnancy, this one probably doesn't get to top the self pity charts. But as someone who makes a concerted effort to be healthy, generally eats pretty low carb and exercises several times a week, it still comes as a blow.
My doc tells me that it's nothing I did, that it's my placenta making extra hormones such that the insulin can't keep up.
Well, see, now that makes sense. I'm obnoxious about overachieving. I was asked to work til 6? I'll work til 6 thirty. You want a poster? How about I add glitter and give it moving parts? Better yet, i'll write a song and powerpoint to go with it. This tendency has probably annoyed the crap out of everyone around me for the last 35 years. So, you know, in this way it totally makes sense that I now have to cope with an overachieving placenta.
I figured I'd need somewhere to rant about it.
To be fair, I technically failed it when I took it three days ago, by several months I mean probably 2, and they now make ice cream with natural no calorie sweeteners that may or may not affect glucose levels (I guess I'll find out - thanks, HaloTop!). So really, of all of the things that could go wrong in life and pregnancy, this one probably doesn't get to top the self pity charts. But as someone who makes a concerted effort to be healthy, generally eats pretty low carb and exercises several times a week, it still comes as a blow.
My doc tells me that it's nothing I did, that it's my placenta making extra hormones such that the insulin can't keep up.
Well, see, now that makes sense. I'm obnoxious about overachieving. I was asked to work til 6? I'll work til 6 thirty. You want a poster? How about I add glitter and give it moving parts? Better yet, i'll write a song and powerpoint to go with it. This tendency has probably annoyed the crap out of everyone around me for the last 35 years. So, you know, in this way it totally makes sense that I now have to cope with an overachieving placenta.
I figured I'd need somewhere to rant about it.
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