After a very long night of terrible dreams (they are fun in pregnancy aren’t they?!) I had my 28 week appointment with the midwife today. I knew I would be getting the results of last week’s Glucose Tolerence Test so was suitably nervous.
I had my usual midwife again who is just so lovely and reassuring so I was pleased to see her face if it was going to be bad news. Small talk over. Results please!
If you follow my blog, you will know I am always worried about tests because I am often reminded of the dangers and risks my weight brings to having a baby. Each test has felt like a reminder of that rather than just a procedure for pregnancy.
I was so pleased I could have cried (not unusual at week 29!) when my midwife said they were all fine. I don’t have gestational diabetes and all my levels are normal. IN YOUR FACE BMI HATERS. For everyone who has told me it would happen and I’d get it, I am so sorry to dissappoint you. My tests are fine DESPITE my BMI.
Proving yet again, that the worry was for nothing. I am really pleased they gave me the test obviously but at the same time you wonder whether they should wait to see if you have symptoms for it, like someone with a normal BMI, rather than assume you need the test because of your weight.
I still believe the key to getting through this trouble-free is to keep relaxed, healthy, active and as normal as possible. Any extra anxiety and worries cannot be good. If you have a Glucose Tolerance Test coming up, don’t hit google for all the worst case scenarios. Chances are you’ll be fine it’s just good to check!
I had another chance to hear Snowie’s heartbeat too and that was all good and strong. I am measuring at 32 weeks instead of 29 but again I expected it to be higher due to my tummy hardly being flat to start with! My midwife did mention that a couple of weeks above is actually quite normal anyway so no worries there. She’s such a star for making me feel “normal” each time I see her.
Baby is head down and bum up, much like it’s mum USED to be on a Saturday night. Although by the time I’ve stood up, my barbie convertable-sized baby will be somewhere else – the little wriggler!