The fact that people can grow other people is still kind of mind boggling to me, even though I’ve now been through it twice. Especially considering all of the unbelievable weirdness your body can get up to at the BEST of times, the fact that other human beings get grown at all is pretty astonishing.
In the past few weeks, I have, unfortunately fallen victim to bodily weirdness in the form of Gestational Diabetes.
Admittedly, I should have had the test WAY earlier. But some things simply can’t be helped, so 3 weeks ago I spent a rather relaxing 2 hours sitting and reading in the antenatal waiting room after having necked a foul concoction meant to test my glucose tolerance. This waiting room is always interesting due to the rather distinct cross section of the general public that pass through it and the often colorful nature of their personalities/ odours/ language. But fortunately for me, I had my Kindle with me and spent a rather pleasant time sitting in a comfortable chair and reading without being pestered for juice by someone under 3 feet tall.
I have to admit that I’d nearly forgotten about the test when I was phoned a week later and ordered to report to the midwife who deals with diabetic patients. After the call, I was imagining weeks of needles (which I hate) administered by The Rock Star (who I trust, but would still just assume that he not have to take on the role of Mr. Stabby.) and a diet completely free of anything that might taste remotely like food.
Luckily, I discovered when I went in for my consultation with the cheerful specialist midwife that thinking on how to treat Gestational Diabetes has changed fairly significantly in the past few years. Insulin is a fairly drastic measure, and only used when diet alone or diet plus Metaformin doesn’t do any good. Thankfully, my numbers were on the low side of high, so diet alone seems to be doing the trick. Even my assumptions about what I’m allowed to eat weren’t terribly accurate; the menu is much more varied than I imagined. It’s rather like being on the Atkins diet where carbs and sweets are a big no-no. So obviously not difficult AT ALL at a time of year when supermarket shelves are CRAMMED FULL OF DAMNED CHOCOLATE EGGS.
One of several side effects that has rather put a spanner in the works is the growth of the baby, which tends to accelerate due to higher blood sugar. At the moment, the Squid is measuring EXACTLY where she should be, but sadly, GD pregnancies are never allowed to go to full term for fear of the size of the baby. However, my sugars have been just fine since adjusting my diet and there’s no indication that the Squid is turning into some kind of behemoth in there.
So, the chances of my lovely natural birth are getting more and more remote as I was informed yesterday that they’d let me go til between 38 and 39 weeks, which is just 2 and a half weeks from now, before a) a limited induction or b) another c-section. To this, I say MEH. The consulting physician, while coolly friendly, did not seem like the type that I could meekly ask, “erm….could I not just be MONITORED, please? If the baby is the right size? To, you know, AVOID MAJOR ABDOMINAL SURGERY?” I have yet another appointment next week where my fate shall be well and truly decided, so perhaps by then, I can pluck up my courage to at least ask the question.
But, my guess is in that 2 and a half weeks, the Squid will be sprung from the joint one way or another.
Round 2, about to commence.