I know the Glucose challenge test (GCT) instructions said to eat normally 3 days leading up to the test but my plan was to eat ridiculously healthy and somehow cheat the results. I doubt that’s possible but anyway that was the plan. So when we got the all clear from emergency the other night I realised it was 10pm, I hadn’t eaten since lunch and even then it was two chobani flips, hardly the nutritious meal I had planned. Anyway there I was with 30 minutes to eat before I had to fast for 10 hours. Obviously I got MacDonalds.
So after fasting for 9.5 hours I arrived at my appointment, concerned they would ask how long I’d fasted for and cancel the test. They didn’t and 40 minutes later when I got my first bloods drawn it had been 10 hours and 10 minutes anyway. The nurse was a little intimidating and visibly annoyed when I wasn’t sure how many weeks pregnant I was. I panicked and said 26 weeks, close enough. She gave me a green bottle of sugar syrup which I had to drink in front of her. I told her I was glad it was gluten free, she asked if I was gluten intolerant and I said no. She laughed and we instantly became best friends. The drink was nice to begin with then a bit too syrupy by the end.
I went back to the waiting room which was packed full of grumpy old people, it felt like we were all in a competition to prove who’s time was more important and therefore most inconvenienced by being there. I kept expecting to feel really sick like when I was pregnant with Will and had the GCT test. The hour passed quickly though with only a mild sense of sickliness, I got my bloods taken and had one last hour to go.
I went back to the waiting room which had thinned out. One preggo was hunched over like she had the nods from a huge dose of heroin. Another preggo was seemingly unaffected, studiously reading a book titled ‘everything you need to know before baby’s arrival’. Cute. I remembered my pay wave wasn’t working so I transferred all my money from one account to another, the idea being that paying for parking would be quicker. Then it dawned on me they were different banks so now all my money was up in the cloud and I didn’t have enough to pay for parking. Clever.
So the next hour over I had my bloods done one final time and left. Now we just need to await the results! Fingers crossed I don’t have Gesto!
P.S The parking office informed me that if I pressed the assist button on the way out of the carpark and said ‘help me I’m poor’ they would let me pay $7. Lucky.