If you read my last post, What Happens During A 3-Hour Glucose Test, you already know how much fun I’ve been having during this absolutely wonderful pregnancy. If you’ve read the title of this post, you already know that I failed the 3-hour glucose test.
Since it’s been almost a month since my “diagnosis,” now seems like the perfect time to tell you what having gestational diabetes is like. Warning: I’m going to complain a lot.
It forces you to eat well, which is not something I’m particularly a fan of. Believe it or not, I know I don’t need to eat pizza and cake for every meal, but I certainly don’t want to live off of turkey sandwiches made with whole grain bread, either. Whole grain bread is disgusting, and anyone who tells you they “can’t taste a difference between whole grain bread and white bread” is obviously a liar and an idiot, among other things.
You have to count your carbs for every meal. It’s annoying. Here is the number of carbs I’m “allowed” to have for every meal/snack.
- Breakfast: 30g
- Snack 1: 15-20g
- Lunch: 45g
- Snack 2: 15-20g
- Dinner: 45g
- Snack 3 (optional): 15-20g
Looking at it, staying under that amount of carbs may not seem too hard. However, now take into consideration that if you go under that number of carbs, your doctor will tell you that you’re losing weight and “starving yourself.” Basically, you have to try to eat that exact number of carbs to keep the doctors happy, which is hard to do. I work full-time, we have a 2-year-old, and I’m pregnant. I don’t have the time or energy to make spreadsheets of what I eat, and make sure I’m hitting 45g at lunchtime.
Note: If you’re ever diagnosed with gestational diabetes, your carb count may be different than mine. I guess a few different things factor into how they calculate. I don’t know what those things are, but from what I’ve seen online, most everyone’s numbers seem to be pretty close to mine.
You have to check your blood sugar four times a day. What that means, is that you’re pricking your fingers with a needle and making them bleed four times a day (could be more or less depending on what your doctor tells you to do). For me, that means as soon as I wake up (fasting blood sugar), and an hour after breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Checking your blood sugar really doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would, and I hate needles and blood. I seriously hate them. Even though it doesn’t hurt that bad, I don’t love it, either. Since I’ve been doing it for weeks, the skin on my fingers is getting tougher and tougher, so I have to adjust the stupid needle device, so that it jams the needle into my finger even deeper. Otherwise, it won’t puncture it well enough to get blood out. Sounds great, right?
Honestly, the worst part about checking my blood sugar is that I have an hour commute to work. I have to leave my house at 7am, so if I don’t eat at or before 6am, I’m screwed because I have to check my blood sugar an hour later. As much traffic as there is on the way to work, I’d probably have more than enough time to check it 14 times while I’m parked on I-275, but I don’t know how I feel about squirting blood out of my finger in the car. I’d probably get it on my pants.
I’m sure I can find a lot more to complain about, but I’ll try to make this my last gestational diabetes complaint: People who show up with pizza, donuts, etc., and then tell you, “Oh, it’s all about balance. You have to treat yourself every now and then, blah, blah, blah.” No, Rebecca. I’ve already eaten breakfast, and I only have 15-20g for a snack. Do you think I’m going to eat three bites of a donut, and still be able to go until lunch without starving, when all I had for breakfast today was two eggs and protein shake?! NO. Idiot.
There has been one positive thing about this (I guess. Maybe. Not really). I’ve not had caffeine at all the entire time, which if you read my post about How To Stop Taking Excedrin, you’ll remember that for a while, I was relying on Pepsi to get rid of my headaches. I don’t really like drinking pop (soda), anyway, but I mean… I’m pregnant and can’t do anything at all. Having a caffeine boost every now and then was nice.
I hope you’ve enjoyed learning about what it’s like to have gestational diabetes, and more importantly, I hope you never end up with it, because it’s not the best time I’ve ever had.