I got a call I was dreading today: it was the doctor's office, telling me that I failed the one-hour glucose screening test, which screens pregnant women for gestational diabetes.
This means I have to go in tomorrow for the three-hour glucose tolerance test, which is (obviously) more thorough. With the one-hour test, I just drank this (vile, foul, putrid) sugar-filled beverage and then they drew my blood an hour later to see how my body was processing the sugar. (Not well, apparently.)
With the three-hour test, I have to fast from 10 p.m. tonight and then go in at 8:40 tomorrow morning. They will draw my blood upon arrival to get a baseline fasting glucose number, then make me drink an even stronger version of the (vile, foul, putrid) sugar-filled beverage. Then they'll draw my blood every hour for three hours. Those results will give them a much more comprehensive idea of how my body is processing the sugar.
I've had a couple of people tell me that they were really sick after the three-hour test. I'm pretty nervous about it...I hope I can make it through the day and then through the evening as well. There are all kinds of events surrounding the barista competition, and they begin tomorrow, so I definitely don't want to be feeling like crap.
I (obviously) don't want to have gestational diabetes...so I really, really, really hope I pass tomorrow's test.
No update on the moped. :( Brett's bummed, I'm bummed, but we'll live, of course. We've both kissed it goodbye, pretty much.