Thirty-one Weeks and Ready to Party
I’m 31 weeks pregnant now (that’s one week shy of 8 months, for you laypeople who don’t tick your pregnancies down by week). As of a week and a half ago, I have finished nursing school, which means I’ve kinda woken up from my school-obsessed slumber and realized HEY, I’M PREGNANT! Time to start sort of thinking about what that means.
People have been asking me how I feel, and it’s always so difficult to answer that question. Okay, I guess? I’ve been dealing with aches and pains, which is why I went to the chiropractor as mentioned in my last post, and that kinda sucks. Oooh, and starting about four days ago, I’ve been getting lots of swelling in my feet! Cankles, ahoy!
Overall, though, I think I’m doing pretty well. I don’t feel super-huge yet, although that’s probably in the mail. I know that I could have started the whole swelling thing earlier, so I’m lucky on that front. I haven’t had much debilitating exhaustion, which is awesome. Things aren’t bad!
I had a close call a few weeks ago, when I failed my 1-hour glucose test to rule out Gestational Diabetes. I started the pregnancy at a higher risk already, since I’m overweight, so that’s been weighing on me. If you haven’t gone through it before, the test involves downing a tumbler filled with a flat soda-drink (in my case, orange, yeccchh), twiddling your thumbs for an hour, and then getting your blood sugar tested to see how your body is responding to the sugar in the drink, and whether it needs a little “help”. My blood sugar level was 4 points above the cutoff for passing, so I had to move on to the second round, which involves drinking more of the disgusting drink, and then getting your blood drawn every hour afterwards for 3 hours to see how your body responds.
I wasn’t too worried going into the second test, since I was so close to passing the first, but having to take an entire morning to get poked isn’t the best way to start a Monday. And did I mention how gross the drink was? I honestly can’t stand orange-flavored anything, so it was like an extra layer of punishment. At least I passed!
Despite passing, though, I’ve definitely noticed a difference in the way my body feels when I eat sweets, the way my blood sugar spikes and plummets because of the way my body’s physiological processes have changed. So even though I don’t have GD, I’m trying to cut back on simple carbs and sugar so that my body doesn’t have to go through that roller coaster.
Which has resulted in me having incredibly strong cravings for cookies/cake/ice cream/etc. Of course.