Today is my follow-up visit to make sure the pregnancy is ending. I understand wanting to cover all the bases, but I don't want the follow-up phone call confirming what I already know. I'm back at work today and I don't know how I will react.
On top of all of this, my blood work from the first visit also showed abnormal sugar levels, so they have asked that I take the glucose test that you always hear about pregnant women taking to check for gestational diabetes. Diabetes. That's such a scary word. Bad behavior has run rampant in my daily schedule. There has been no exercise for fear of screwing up my chances of an egg sticking and I have been consoling myself with donuts and whatever else my little taste buds desire.
Over a year ago, I lost 40 pounds with Weight Watchers and exercise, so I know how to stay in shape. Even though I hadn't gained any weight, I have definitely become soft since we started TTC and need to get back into a routine...baby-making or not.
They say bad news happens in 3's. Have I hit my third strike yet??
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