Tuesday, March 8, 2022- part 2
Well. Looks like I’ve got gestational diabetes. The lab results came to my inbox after hours, so I haven’t had a chance to speak to my midwives about them yet, but every draw except the fasting one was high.
I almost wanna be like, is this a mistake? Did they mix up my results with the other woman who was at the lab at the same time as me doing the 3 hour test? My 3 hour results with my son were perfectly normal, and my 1 hour results with this pregnancy were lower than my 1 hour results with him. Why would this time be so different? But of course, that response is just in total denial of the fact that I have PCOS, my mother had GD with both her pregnancies, and at least 4 generations of women going back from me have had at least some sort of condition linked to insulin resistance. I’m basically a walking GD risk factor. It should be more surprising that I didn’t have GD with my son than that I do have it now.
I’m just so stressed. I have always hated thinking about what to eat; choosing what to eat is way more stressful than preparing food for me. I eat the same breakfast every single day and the same lunch ≈5 days a week because I don’t want to think about what to eat. The last time I had to significantly alter my diet (when I had the 5 month stomach bug of doom and a GI told me to try a low fodmap diet, which didn’t even end up being the solution), I got so stressed out about what to eat that my parents ended up making a grocery order for me with approved foods. The main bulk of our Shabbos meals every week consists of challah and dips. What the heck am I going to eat? I’m so hungry all the time and that alone is stressful. The last thing I needed was to have to worry about the makeup of my meals and snacks on top of that.