I didn’t post a blog yesterday because I was working on full speed to get as much as I could get done before going to my doctor’s appointment.
Okay — technically, I had two appointments, and neither with a doctor. One 2-hour appointment with a dietitian and a nurse, and a second 20-minute appointment with a midwife. Steve left work early to meet me at the hospital. We got to hear our baby’s heartbeat at 11 weeks. Exciting times!
This is my first pregnancy, so everything is new and shiny, from the first ultrasound where we saw a tiny blip on the screen which was the baby’s heart, to the 3 hour glucose tolerance test I had to sit through, to the small feelings of queasiness which come when I’m hungry.
I’ve had a fairly easy time so far with minor nausea, although we joke that I’m like a “normal person” now who needs a lot more sleep than I used to get. More sleep = less productivity, but that’s the way it goes. Life got a bit more complex yesterday when I found out that I have impaired glucose tolerance (one step below gestational diabetes). Our health provider handles IGT aggressively (thus the two-hour meeting with aforementioned dietitian and nurse) so that the chances of developing gestational diabetes is lessened; I have to make a very detailed menu plan for my six small meals a day and test my blood sugar level four times a day with a cool glucometer that looks like a shiny mp3 player. (Shiny gadgets make me happy.)