Gestational Diabetes?

I thought I'd give a little recap of my yesterday...See, yesterday I had to go to that diabetes education class that my doc sent me to because I had a high blood sugar reading at my last appointment. Well, once again, I was having a shitty day at work. I was running around frazzled trying to pull a presentation together that I ended up not even having to do, and I had to leave early just to go to this stupid class that is only offered once a week on Thursdays from 2 - 4 pm! I ended up being late of course, because I had yank myself away from work and drive across town to get to the hospital to take the class. Then I couldn't find off-street parking so I had to park in the garage and pay a whopping eight bucks for two and half hours. Thieves.

So I walk down into the dungeon of the hospital where the "learning resource center" is located and into a class of a bunch of pregnant women. The instructor starts teaching the class. Apparently this is a class of full-blown gestational diabetic women. I am sitting there confused because my doctor said that this class was about eating right and he didn't want the baby to gain a lot of extra weight the last few weeks of pregnancy and blah blah blah. He never told me that I had gestational diabetes. Furthermore, I didn't fail the test when I took it way back when. So I'm sitting there feeling a kid who gets drunk once and is forced to go to AA. And perhaps a one time reading of high blood sugar is cause for alarm, but my stupid doctor didn't convey this to me properly. He didn't tell me that the class I was going to was to learn how to strictly monitor my diet and TEST MY BLOOD SUGAR. What the fuck. So I'm kind of confused and pissed off. And the video they make us watch is really fucking stupid. It had this woman who spoke with a Spanish accent (I took a bit of offense to this because all the literature we were given stated that Hispanic women were more prone to gestational diabetes, which may be true, but the videos shown in class don't have to portray them as idiots) and was talking with her doctor and asking really stupid questions in that really overdone accent. Questions like, "can my husbahn catch eet from me?" and the like. I was already irritated and quickly became disgusted. Anyway, I sat through the whole thing. We had the hospital dieticians come in and talk to us about the strict diets we had to maintain and carbohydrate exchanges, etc. Then, at the end, the instructor gives us all glucose monitors and shows us how to use them. My interest was piqued for the first time, because I love little gadgets and stuff. These little gadgets came in a box with blood test strips, tiny little lancets for drawing blood, and the little contraption that's used with the lancets. They were kind of cool. I'm sure my insurance will be charged up the ass for this thing, but at least I have a new toy.
I tested my blood sugar and it was a whopping 75. Anyway, so I sat through the whole class and was still frustrated and pissed off when I left.

So I called my husband, because not only was I frustrated and pissed off, but I was hungry! I had eaten a tiny lunch earlier and was starving. Robert said he'd meet me somewhere to eat and for me to pick a place. I suggested we go to this awesome little bar called P.J.'s. P.J.'s is a tiny little dive of a bar and every Thursday, P.J. grills steaks. The bar offers a special. Get this: two steaks, two baked potatoes, two salads, and a pitcher of beer for only $23. That's right. And the steaks are grilled to perfection. P.J. knows how to grill it up right!

That's right, folks, I just got out of my gestational diabetes where we were warned about the dangers of carbohydrates and big meals and I want steak. Robert's all about the steak so he meets me there and we pig out. No, I didn't have any beer. Robert got the whole pitcher to himself (I can't wait to have a drink!). I was pretty sad when I called him, so he anxiously just wanted to comfort me. That and I think he (rightly) felt bad for ditching me on Wednesday when this whole little high blood sugar thing started. He had all these questions and all I could tell him was, "well, maybe if you had gone to the doctor you could have asked that."

So after all that was over, we headed home. I tested my blood sugar just to see what it was after a huge steak dinner. It was a whopping 102 two hours after my dinner, which is NORMAL. Then I ate ice cream before bed. I tested it this morning when I got up and it was 88, which is NORMAL.

Today I actually tried to eat low-carb type stuff, but didn't quite succeed. I tested my blood sugar again after lunch and it was normal again. I had a bowl of Quaker Oat Squares the morning I went to the doctor and was tested about an hour to an hour and half later, and I'm convinced that this is why there was sugar in my urine and why my blood sugar tested high. That cereal has 44 g of carbs per serving! More than regular sugary cereals like Frosted Flakes and stuff. Who would have thought? I don't know. Maybe I'm just bitter that I had to go to that class (well, I know I am), but I don't think my blood sugar is a problem. Maybe I'm just in denial. I'll keep testing it here and there, but I'm feeling a lot more calm now that I see it coming back normal everytime I test.

On an unrelated subject...My mother-in-law is coming to visit tomorrow (driving in from San Antonio) She wants to help with cleaning the house and setting up the baby's room. This will be a blessing, but I hope she doesn't make any remarks about my dirty house. I really don't think I can deal with those.