I Got the Diabeetus.

Gestational Diabetes is all up in here, yo.

Apparently my family history combined with the placentas of two babies has shut down my insulin factory. I probably wouldn't have ever known had I not called my OB's office to ask for results! Yes, you read that right! I failed my one hour glucose screening on 12/28 and wasn't able to take my three hour until after the New Year on 1/3. I didn't hear any results by last Wednesday, so I called and was told that I "failed it", but the technician wouldn't give me any numbers because my doctor hadn't signed off on them yet. She told me they would call when they had orders. Okay.

I still didn't hear anything by the end of Thursday. Again, I called the office and talked to the nurse this time. I was told the same thing again. This time that the results were "still on his desk and he hasn't looked at them yet". Knowing that they were closed every Friday, I asked her if I was going to have to wait through the entire weekend to find out what I needed to do. I was told that they were open until noon and I would hear something once she had orders. Okay.

By Thursday night, the hormones kicked in and I was livid. There I sat over 29 weeks pregnant...with twins...knowing my sugar was God knows how high for God knows how long...and wondering why they were taking their sweet time telling me what I needed to do. I trust them to look after the best interests of myself and our babies and feel that we were being placed on the back burner. After all, it took us almost seven years and another mortgage to get to where we are today. Okay. Hell no.

On Friday, one of my coworkers who used to work there called to find out what in the world was going on. She was told that as soon as they opened they would look at my file and then give me a call. I still didn't hear anything by lunchtime, so I called Andy. He called and told them he wanted to speak with our doctor, and they told him he was seeing patients. Andy told them he didn't care and that he would hold until he was available. Lol. The nurse finally picked up and gave Andy the same excuse and then proceeded to tell him that the doctor wanted to talk to me himself and would be calling after lunch. She assured him that we would have some answers soon. Okay.

As a nurse, I feel really awkward being "that patient", but seriously? It is SO true that you have to be your own advocate. If they would have just told me the numbers, I would have been more at ease. I had no clue what they were...what if I needed medication? Was I supposed to be checking my sugar daily? Special diet? Did I put our babies at risk by giving them diabetes? They know I am pregnant with twins and at a higher risk...why didn't they test for this earlier? Like, BEFORE I ate 5 million pounds of chocolate over the holidays! Shhh.

He finally called Friday afternoon and told me that my fasting was 84, one hour was 208, two hour 158, and three hour normal. He said that it may be able to be controlled by diet now, but that it could get messy towards the end of the pregnancy so he is referring me to the high risk doctor (finally) to be evaluated. They will call me once they've scheduled an appointment. Uh huh.

So, here I sit almost 30 weeks pregnant and I probably won't get an appointment until later this week....and we've known for almost two weeks that something was up with my sugar. Andy works with several dieticians at the hospital, and we have taken matters into our own hands. He gave the Maternal Dietician all of my information and she has developed an ADA diet plan for me. I will call to annoy my OB's office first thing tomorrow morning so they will hurry up and do the referral. Hell, I might even pretend I'm them and do the referral myself.

Am I overreacting??? If I wouldn't have kept calling them, I would have probably never known that I failed it! Scary. Now that I think about it, I'm going through two bags of Sonic ice weekly. Am I iron deficient and they've never bothered to look? Oh, and he still has me coming to see him every 4 weeks...aren't you supposed to switch to every 2 weeks in the third trimester?? Good lawd. Thankfully my pregnancy will be managed more closely once we get to the high risk doctor. So annoyed.

We had a very Happy New Year and had a blast doing my belly cast! I think that it will be something to treasure forever since I may never be able to experience pregnancy again! I can look back and see the exact belly that Boom Boom and Pow were floating around in. And remember how big my boobies got. Please excuse my beastyness...I didn't feel like taking a shower last weekend. Well, until after the sticky mess that the plaster made.

 Andy was jealous.

29 Weeks!