Overconfidence is completely foolish where my body is concerned. I was actually just thinking that last night as I prepared to get the results for my 1 hour glucose tolerance test and reflected on my assertion that I thought it would be fine. "Silly Barb," I thought to myself. It's still not horrible, but not ideal.
So the bad first: my level was one point above normal. Isn't that annoying? When I asked what that meant for me, the doctor said that though he's not too concerned, he'd like me to do the 3 hour test just to be sure. ACK gag me. That's going to suck big hairy ones. He says that while he thinks there's only a 5 to 10% chance that it's actually gestational diabetes, with my PCOS history and the fact that my level jumped from 86 last time to 131 this time, he'd like to err on the side of caution. He seemed genuinely regretful about it though. He also said that even if it is GD, that we could manage such a mild case with diet alone. So I know there are a lot worse things. In fact, I've been through a lot worse things. It's just that I so hate that test, so I'm bummed about it. I keep thinking that if I just hadn't eaten as late as I did the night before, or eaten better or something like that, that I would have passed it and wouldn't have to do this bullshit. Oh well. There is a LOT to be thankful for without dwelling on that.
So the GOOD news is that the doctor thought my weight gain "fabulous." Who can figure these guys out? He said I'm on track to gain a total of about 30 pounds, and he's completely comfortable with that. OK. That was a nice surprise. Thank goodness, because he might have made me cry otherwise. That's not too difficult to accomplish these days. He said that I look fabulous and that again, this pregnancy is progressing beautifully. He's generally quite the cheerleader.
My sciatica has been getting much much worse. It's now on both sides, but the right side is horrible. I overdid it with the in-laws for 2 weekends and then overdid it at work the day before yesterday. That night I had some of the worst pain I've had. It was horrible trying to sleep. Tylenol barely touches it, and sleeping on my sides makes it hurt more. Lovely. When I brought this up with him, his attitude was pretty much that he knew it was going to happen because I'm small, and that there's not much I can do about it. He suggested sleeping in a recliner - which for us means buying a recliner. I know it's a really good idea, it's just that with all the expenses we have coming in lately, I don't want to have to do that. But I guess my continuing to work is a bigger issue than spending a few hundred dollars. Because if this problem gets much worse, I may have to ask for light duty. And if they can't accommodate that, they'll put me on maternity leave early. bleh. So perhaps we'll be on the lookout. If you've heard any good deals with a decent, but not expensive, fancy chair, please pass it along.
And lastly - the very best news of all - I have my prenatal massage today that the Hub so kindly gave me as a birthday gift! Maybe she can work on those stubborn nerves and muscles!