I shouldn’t really be surprised that my test for gestational diabetes came back positive. A few years ago, right before I moved from Washington to Canada, I was told that I had Type 2 Diabetes. This was literally two weeks before I moved. When I moved, I lost all my health coverage. I saw a doctor in Canada and mentioned the diabetes, but they shrugged it off like it was nothing. Once I got coverage, when I saw a doctor, it was once again treated like no big thang. I went in for some routine bloodwork and it came back normal so I was told it was probably a misdiagnosis or that I simply had glucose intolerance and nobody really said much else to me.
I definitely take a large part of the blame because I was in complete and total denial. I didn’t want to deal with diabetes and pricking my finger a million times a day and eating a restrictive diet. I mean, c’mon, I’m the cupcake queen over here. No sugar?
When I found out that I was pregnant, my sugar levels were an immediate concern for me. I convinced my GP to add on a blood sugar test to the list of other test I had to do and sure enough, they came back a smidge high. He still didn’t seem concerned, but he decided to go ahead with the gestational diabetes test even though it was about 7 weeks earlier than it would normally be administered. Two days later I was called back in for a confirmation test. Two days later the diabetes clinic gave me a call and today I went in for a two hour class.
So yay for my new restrictive diet. Yay for pricking my finger four times a day. Yay for weekly appointments that I have to take time off of work for.
Forgive me for sounding bitter.