This week’s Throwback Thursday sees a return to my pregnancy blog. It’s the one where I was diagnosed with possible gestational diabetes so I was a little bit grumpy.
It’s been an eventful couple of weeks, and not necessarily for the right reasons. Two weeks ago I fainted on the way to work. As far as I’m aware there was no medical reason for this apart from pregnancy. Even my blood pressure seemed normal. Last week I was back at the doctor’s, with what I thought was cystitis. He told me there was no sign of infection, but my sugar levels were really high – possibly indicating gestational diabetes. I had the gestational diabetes test early so that the results are (hopefully) back in time for my next midwife appointment. That was fun! I had to go to my surgery’s sister surgery because mine didn’t have any blood test appointments this week. I wasn’t told that I needed two appointments and a bottle of Lucozade. The other surgery weren’t told that I was pregnant. It worked out OK, but the nurse had to make my second appointment with a GP because she was about to start home visits, and I ended up working from home because it didn’t seem worth driving to work for half a day. Now I’m keeping my fingers crossed that at best the results are negative or failing that my baby hasn’t grown excessively so I can still have a natural birth. (One of the symptoms of gestational diabetes is excessive growth of the baby, which is why that poor woman in America ended up giving birth to a 12 pounder a few months ago.)
As mentioned in my last blog, we’re now god parents. There’s no documentary proof that I’m the godmother. The only certificate was for the baby, to say that she’s now on the Cradle Roll of the Methodist Church. I think this may mean she’s in an exclusive club of one. The average age of the congregation of this tiny church is about 70 and there is only one woman of child bearing age.
I keep finding out that more and more people who I know are pregnant. In the past few weeks, I’ve heard that two of my husband’s friends are pregnant (one is due on the same day as me), my cousin’s wife is pregnant (my other cousin’s wife is due to have a baby any day) and the girl who sits next to me at work is pregnant. The girl who sits opposite me in the office is worried it might be catching! I also found out that one of the girls at Pregnancy Yoga lives in the same road as me.
By my next blog, I should know whether or not I’m diabetic. I don’t have a particularly sweet tooth, but I’ll really miss Christmas cake, especially now that my husband has developed talents as a confectioner.