I Like Glucose and Glucose Likes Me

I passed my glucose screening test! Hurrah! Of course, I studied really hard and took lots of practice tests and had a great tutor. Nah, just kidding. It's sheer dumb luck that I didn't develop gestational diabetes, and I'm surprisingly impressed with my body for not dropping the ball on this one. Good job, pancreas!

In preparing for the one-hour test (called a Glucola test by my lab) I read a lot of people's comments online about their experience. "Oh, the stuff they have you drink is so sweet! I felt nauseous the entire time! I was so bored!" Errr... this was actually a total non-event for me. Regarding the drink, let me ask: have you ever been on an airline? Maybe a budget airline? And you asked for juice but instead were handed a little nondescript cup of vividly colored sugar water? That's all this is. I drank it, I sat around for an hour in the waiting room with my laptop doing work, and then I had a blood draw just like every other blood draw. No big deal.

Now, I didn't do the 3-hour test, which involves fasting, a sweeter drink, and a longer time spent hanging around the lab waiting for consecutive blood draws. I suspect the fasting would make things harder to get through - for the record, I ate an omelette that morning (with cheese!) in an effort to keep things from getting too carbtastic, and it was fine. I mean, I wouldn't start off the day by consuming a 5-pound bag of sugar, but they did tell me that eating beforehand was allowed and it ended up being no problem.

My final number was 108 (130-140 is the cutoff for requiring further testing depending on who you talk to.) So that's one more pregnancy-related hurdle I have successfully jumped, though to be honest, at this point I kind of feel like approaching the tasks ahead the same way this guy does:

Hurdles? What hurdles! BAM!