Well as far as I can tell I am progressing quite nicely. I am 29 weeks along and still feel great. I do tire easily and notice the strain of her (and my) ever growing weight when I have been on my feet for a while. Robert and I have been rejoicing and thanking God for a relatively easy pregnancy. No complications, no worrisome complaints, just happily growing a baby.
And then all of a sudden at my appointment last week we got hit. The doctor think she is measuring too small so he schedules a sonogram ASAP. And while in my head I can reason that I am 5’2” and very petite. And that both sides of the family are not large people in stature or weight. So having a small baby is not that shocking. But I still have been fighting the worry and placing myself and this baby girl back in God’s hands. (Which I have to do 3500 times a day.)
That same day I took my 1 hour glucose screening test which consists of drinking (read: chugging) liquid glucose on a fairly empty stomach and then drawing blood in 1 hour. I get a call today with the results of that test. Calls are always a bad sign. No news=good news in the doctor world, especially when they could have just told me the results at my next appointment in two weeks. I am slightly anemic. Which also is not a shocker considering I have been borderline anemic pretty much all my life but can control it with a protein rich diet. This is fixed easily with an iron supplement. And I failed my glucose test. Which means that on the morning of my sono I get to take a 3 hour test.
This test is a big one. From midnight the night before on I am allowed no food or drink of any kind. My instructions were to get up, brush my teeth (spitting out any water I use), and be at the office by 8:00 am. At 8:00 I have some baseline blood drawn. I then get double the dose of liquid glucose. Then comes the oh so fun part. I sit. I eat and drink nothing. For three hours. And every hour upon the hour I get my blood drawn. Oh boy. And have I mentioned that I am pregnant and that I eat about every hour. And that I drink lots of water. And did you catch the fact that I can’t eat or drink ANYTHING?!? This should be fun. The results of this test will determine if in fact I do or do not have gestational diabetes. If I fail 2 out of the 4 blood tests I get to travel down the road of dietitians and screenings and tests and blood work.
Ughhh…
I am struggling to keep positive and keep trusting the Lord through this. I went from absolutely nothing wrong to seemingly everything wrong. I do realize that none of these things are truly life threatening or terrible for either the baby or me. But it is still quite frustrating. You know when you try to do things right: eating like you should, exercising, taking care of yourself. It is hard to hear that there still might be something wrong. Something out of your control.
But I know the One who is in control. And I am clinging to the verses that say my baby girl is fearfully and wonderfully made. That God is knitting her together inside me. His hands are putting her together just like she should be. And He is watching her grow and develop right on schedule.
And honestly there is still the very likely possibility that there is absolutely nothing wrong with either her or me. I am trusting that after this 3 hr test and the sono that we will go back to rejoicing that this pregnancy is complication free.
Psalms 139:13-16
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,16 your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me
were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
