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Six months pregnant: pregnancy diabetes and the threat to my Mars Bar diet
By ella | October 21, 2005
My most recent visit to my midwife has not been a success. Don’t get me wrong, the baby is fine, its little heartbeat pounding away but then I never had any doubt that it was alive and well in there with the amount it kicks me. ALL THE TIME.
I lumbered up onto the examination table and pulled my shirt up and my jeans down and she looked at my belly and said ‘Oh. Oh dear’ and sighed softly. Now I know my belly has taken some strain in the last four years and even if you paid me a million dollars you wouldn’t get me to do a belly shot, but the midwife has seem some bumps and clearly mine was the saddest she has seen.
‘How many months are you?’ she asked looking back to my notes.
‘Seven,’ I replied.
‘Hmmm,’ she said. She whipped out the tape measure and pronounced me the size of an eight month vessel. ‘Have you been tested for gestational diabetes?’
‘No, I just do big babies,’ I answered.
‘I think we might send you up to the hospital for a test.’
‘Do I have to?’ I whined like a five year old picturing a three hour wait with two small, crabby toddlers in tow.
She tested my urine. ‘And you’ve got sugar in your wee,’ she told me sternly.
‘That’s probably the Mars Bars I had this morning,’ I replied like a naughty child.
But she wrote me a referral form for a glucose tolerance test for gestational diabetes anyway.
She looked at the belly straining over the back support belt that I currently have, the belt elastic clearly about to lose its elastic and wrote a referral form for a trip to the hospital’s physiotherapy department for what is delightfully called a FemBrace which sounds to me more like a chastity belt or something (although Lord knows it might have been more appropriate to have a chastity belt more like, umm, let’s see, seven months ago).
She has also put me on high monitoring, so having not seen a midwife for eighteen weeks I now have to go every two. During nap time. With two small, nap-deprived toddlers in tow.
Obviously I’m praying that the diabetes test is negative for health reasons, both mine and the baby’s. But mostly I’m praying that the test is negative so I don’t have to give up my Mars Bar diet.
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