Jamie the Pincushion

Today I had my 3 hour glucose test.

For this round, they tell you to not eat anything after midnight. As soon as you get to the office they prick your finger and take your "fasting" glucose level. Then, you drink a gross, sugary orange drink that is twice as strong as the one you had last time. Go sit and then come back in an hour to have your finger pricked again.

After I drank the solution, I fought the urge to puke for the next hour. Drinking that much sugar on an empty stomach (when you're used to having breakfast bright and early in the morning) made me feel really queasy. But I kept it down because I knew if I didn't I'd have to re-test and drink that thing again.

Second prick -- good news. Passed.
Go sit again for another hour and then get pricked again. If this one is good, then I can go home.

If not, sit for another hour.

Drank some water (nurse told me I could), started to feel a little better (less pukey). Read some magazines and prayed for a "pass" on the next prick.

Third prick...good news!

"Ms. Jamie, you are free to go home."

Sweet!

By now I was starving, picked up a bagel, headed to the office and celebrated that I was negative for gestational diabetes...and can continue to eat normally without worrying about watching carb and sugar intake!!