One thing after another.....

Today I went to the hospital for a few tests one of them being a Glucose Tollerance Test AKA Gestational Diabetes. I had a feeling it might come back positive but was really hoping that it wouldnt. I thought it might because of the way I have been feeling lately. Very shaky, light headed, sometimes I will be walking from the couch into the kitchen and all the sudden have to sit down on the floor because I almost black out. Millions of stars and I am spinning. It is a nightmare. I mentioned it to my nurse a few weeks ago and she just said that happens to some women in pregnancy. Ummm wrong. I dont understand numbers or levels. All I know is that the higher of whatever they measure in my blood the worse it is. So a pregnant woman would be considered to have Gestational Diabetes if her level of whatever was at a 7. Mine is at a 10.6. So mine was really bad. What does this mean? Who knows really I find out more tomorrow. All I know is that at the moment they have changed my consultant to the most senior consultant because they are really worried about me having this and having broken waters. This morning she had said they have decided that I will not go beyond 35 weeks that I would be induced on the 27th of August. But this afternoon she said they will now just be taking it a week at a time depending on how the baby is. Plus I will be going from having 2 appts a week to having an average of 4. The hospital is a round trip of 60 miles so each week we will be driving 240 miles just for hospital appts. I dont really know what is going to happen. I have an emergency appt tomorrow morning to get all the ins and outs of what is going on and what is going to happen.

There you have it. The latest in the pregnancy. At first I was upset today because so much has been going on but here is how I think now. I have gestational diabetes because I am pregnant. I have anemia because I am pregnant. I have a million appt a week and give blood out of my hands because I have crap veins twice a week because I am pregnant. You know what being pregnant means to me? It means in the end I am going to have a beautiful baby to bring home and raise. And you know what when my waters broke 9 weeks ago I didnt think that would be able to happen. I mean come on the Drs told me to plan whether I wanted my baby burried or cremated. This is a miracle and if this is the price I have to pay then so be it. Heavenly Father knows I can handle this. he knows how strong I am and he would never test me more than I can handle. So you know what bring it on. Bring on all these pregnancy trials because in the end I am going to receive the biggest most wonderful blessing in the world. The gift of another child to enrich my life more, to bring me that much more happiness. And you know I am up for the challenge!