Yesterday was a really, really rough day physically. And now with the gestational diabetes diagnosis, it finally answers some of my questions as to why I've been feeling the way I have been. I felt extremely weak, shaky, nauseated, dizzy, and just all around crappy.
Yesterday I had my nutritional consult to go over gestational diabetes management. It was weird having the nutritional consult in the actual hospital where I'll be delivering. As the nurse and I walked the halls of the hospital to the consult room, I was surprised to be blindsided with an emotional reality check and fought back some overwhelming tears. No....not because I was going in to have a GD consultation, but instead because I realized these are the walls inside which Kevin and I will be meeting miss Sammy in just a few short months. That caught me off guard and it was a happy moment!
Anyway, in the actual consult I learned I'll be checking my blood sugar four times a day and will be eating three meals and three snacks throughout the day in the hopes that it will level out my blood sugar. I will be eating so much more than I am used to. I also learned that I will be seeing an MFM in addition to my regular OB because this diagnosis makes me officially "High Risk." Ugh, I really hate that title, but it is what it is. The news that I was being referred to an MFM was well received, but of course since it's me we are talking about, it also came with a sprinkle of panic. On one hand, I like that an MFM is highly skilled and will be taking super close care of me with additional monitoring and is well versed in my GD diagnosis. But then on the other hand, the irrational part of me isn't thrilled because actually seeing an MFM is the wake up call that I am considered High Risk. It took me back to the days as we uncovered our infertility and finally wound up going to an RE. Finally seeing an RE was the best thing we could have ever done. But at the time, something about making that appointment felt like the admittance that something serious could be wrong. And that definitely turned out to be very true. This kind of feels the same, but I know that's irrational and I'll be much better off being co-managed this way.
I've been testing my blood glucose, and let me tell you, it's way out of whack. Today begins the new eating plan and regular finger pricks. I hope that this gets under control quickly with these changes alone, but if not, I'm prepared to go on medication or insulin. I'll do anything for this little girl.
Bleeding fingers crossed...