I had my gestational diabetes class yesterday, which was really underwhelming, and mostly annoying. To recap, my one hour results were 135, which is the cutoff (OR IS IT, because wouldn’t that mean I passed at the cutoff?) so I had to do the 3 hour. Of the 4 draws there, the last one was "slightly elevated." So, off I go to the diabetes education center, where I’m weighed and BP is tested, and I get my little glucose meter and attend the class with 4 or 5 other pregnant women. I still think it’s bullshit that I’m even there.

To wit:

• The rest of them had high blood pressure, enough to warrant a re-test at the end of the class. I was allowed to leave with "Oh, yeah, Gretchen, your pressure was perfect, so you can go."
• In talking about their numbers, they were talking 200s range. I was at 135 and ‘slightly elevated.’
• The ‘meal plan’ looks like about what I eat anyway.
• The other women all appeared to be considerably older than me.

Hell, even when the RN went over the risk factors, I only had TWO of 7 or 8 listed — I was overweight when I got pregnant, and I’m older than 25 with my first pregnancy. And as far as the weight thing, I’d say that 4 of the 5 other women were likely more overweight than I was when I got pregnant.*

ANYWAY. I left with my little glucometer, and basically have decided that yes, I’ll test my blood every four hours, but I’m not going to freak out about my diet until I see a scientific REASON to, IE, my numbers go up. I’m to test in the morning (fasting), and 2 hrs after each major meal. My targets are to be under 95 for the fasting one, and under 120 for the post-meal readings. So far, I’ve tested three times: at the center, where I tested 2hrs after a PB sandwich and cup of yogurt, it was 80. 2hrs after my dinner of salmon, honeyglazed carrots and crescent rolls (I ain’t afraid, after FOUR crescent rolls) my number 104.  My fasting one this am was 77. Seriously. I’m so not concerned about this. I almost want to see what it takes to get over the line, if sugar-glazed sugar carrots and FOUR GODDAMN CRESCENT ROLLS (From the CAN, MMMM) can’t vault me to the limit, what can?

Don’t get me wrong — absolutely, if shit goes awry I’ll be super cautious, whatever, its my BABY, you know? But I’m not carb-counting yet, or obsessing about anything. Just pricking the finger, writing down the numbers, and keeping the food diary. I go back on March 17 tomeet with the doctor? or someone, to go over my numbers and see how things are, which I’m really sure will be fine. HELLO, not normal to chug extra sugary sugar syrup orange soda on an empty stomach. If i did THAT, I’m sure my numbers would go weird. So I won’t. SO DUMB.

(Also, a pain in the ass, since I am NOT a bleeder — when they had to do the fingerprick for the blood part of the NTS, the nurse was working her ASS off to get 5 drops onto the card, and even commented that it usually never took that much time and effort to get blood out. Last night I had to prick 3 times before a suitable blood drop formed, and I went through 2 strips with an "error" for not having enough. Sigh.)

*Incidentally, I’ve been keeping track of my weight throughout, and at 30w, I’ve gained 16lbs; I’ve gained 1 lb since 26w. I’m feeling pretty good about my weight situation so far, and am feeling confident about coming out on the other side in a good position.