About a week ago, I was struggling with a nasty cold and nastier back ache and chugging a 10 ounce bottle of a glucose drink that tasted like a melted orange popsicle in preparation for my glucose tolerance test to assess whether I possibly had gestational diabetes. I didn’t have symptoms, but having PCOS, being overweight and having a pre-pregnancy high-normal A1C increased my risk, so I had to have the test earlier than normal and will have it again around the 24th week or so.
Yesterday I learned that the results of that test were normal. We also learned that the sequencing test we had (an ultrasound followed by 2 rounds of bloodwork, each a month apart) also determined that we have little to no risk of having a baby with chromosomal/genetic abnormalities.
Let me take this moment for a public service announcement:
The sequencing test wasn’t required. It was recommended. It’s less invasive than amniocentesis. I’m fairly certain I’d never do it again. It leads to unnecessary worrying and anxiety and anticipation. We did it because we thought we’d want to know. And that knowing would be helpful. I don’t know that those thoughts were really true/valid.
We’re currently in week 17 and according to “What to Expect When You’re Expecting” have a turnip sized baby. 5-ish inches (from head to butt) and 5-ish ounces.
I’m trying to get back to a gym schedule after taking last week off due to illness. I’m keeping it easy: walking, weights. I’m making a couple new recipes and planning healthy meals (Rocco DiSpirito’s healthy versions of General Tso’s Chicken and an asian stir fry with pork and snow peas). I’m resting, relaxing and reading. Evan and I started reading this (out loud to each other so we can discuss as we go along) together. It’s pretty fantastic stuff. And I’m planning. Yesterday I reviewed a week by week calendar of professional development and job related goals and projects. I’m starting a committee to assist me with some of the projects. The calendar is pretty and will soon be translated into hourly work blocked off on my work schedule to limit or discourage distractions.
Essentially, I’m writing my story. And feeling good about it.
This week is kinda back to the routine, except for the fact that I’m working all next weekend and I had to go in for a couple hours tonight. I’ve started plotting out my nights to remember what’s important (a healthy dinner, a good walk, some reading time and time for my favorite shows–not just a mindless perusing of everything on TV).