The title stands for gestational diabetes, but how I feel at the moment it could stand for something else. So it's official, I have been diagnosed. The nurse said I flunked the3 hour GTT pretty bad. Dammit, I was afraid of that. So starting Monday after I see the dietician, I have a few weeks to control it through diet or I have to go on insulin.
I really don't want to go on insulin, but I'm very nervous about this diet. I have been doing well on WW the last few weeks. I've been eating pretty healthy, and can still afford a few treats. My weight fluctuates a bit, but overall I have lost 1 pound, so I have been doing good. However I know there is a difference between eating the right amount of calories to lose or maintaine weight, and eating good nutritional food. Just because WW says I stayed within my points, doesn't mean my blood sugar isn't off the charts.
So I'm nervous because it sounds like there is a lot less wiggle room in this diet. I can eat well all week on WW, have a Friday night pig out and eat eh, not so great the rest of the weekend and still do well. But I doubt that will be the case on this diet. I have to watch my carbs really closely. And I know if I don't do well enough and have to go on insulin, I am going to beat myself up for it. But being the geek I am, I am a little excited about using the glucometer. For some reason it seems like fun to me. I know, I'm weird.
On a better note, I think we may have finally agreed on a nursery theme if it's a boy. My husband doesn't like the generic stuff, like a cartoon monkey or a cartoon truck, but I found a Lion King set at BRU that he likes. The only bad thing is, we cannot do a blue room if we go with the Lion King because there is no blue in it. It's browns, yellows and greens. I am not a fan of yellow or green, so I am thinking a tan paint color would look nice. But I am probably over thinking all of this, we don't even know the sex yet. I shouldn't put too much thought into it until we know.
On a completely weird note, my boobs itch like a mother....it's my weird little routine, I come home from work, take off my bra to change into my jammies and I scratch my boobs for about half an hour. The other day the scratching felt so good, it was like an orgasm. That is all.
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