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Doctor's Visit

I had my 23-week check-up today with my OB and everything went perfect. Blood pressure is great, no glucose in the urine, belly is measuring 23.5 weeks. She found the heartbeat (in the upper 150's) and got kicked by my baby at the same time. This little one does not like the doppler anymore!

On Monday, I'm doing my 1-hour glucose tolerance test. She loaded me up with my lab sheet and bottle of sugary orange fluid. I am SOOO freaked out that this a test I'm going to fail miserably. Yes, I'm still on the metformin, but stupid PCOS increases that risk so much and let's face it- I have been loving the sweets lately.

So I'm anticipating having to do the 3-hour test in the near future. But wouldn't it be a lovely surprise if I'd just pass the 1st time??? Because if I don't, you all may not hear from me for a while. I'll be wallowing in my own self-pity pool, envying all of you out there eating your carbs and sweets...

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  1. booooooo i hope you pass!!! sending good wishes & prayers your way!!

    i think if you do pass, you deserve a giant ice cream cone or whatever sweets your baby is demanding! :)

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  2. I am so glad you had such a great doctor's visit! I was borderline with the 1-hour diabetes test but passed the 3-hour test with good numbers. Our little girl kicked our doctor as well when he felt for her heartbeat. I am so happy you have an active little baby! Wishing you a wonderful day!

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  3. Glad everything looks good! It doesn't surprise me that your belly is measuring ahead - it's big, and you look fantastic!

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  4. I love that baby kicked the doppler!!!
    Your glucose will be perfect, think positive! I admit I'm nervous about that one too. My mom had GB with both her pregnancies and I've just sort of assumed I would too.
    Good luck!!

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  5. Agreed -- I'm still waiting on my glucose results (I took the test Wednesday and now it's Friday). I'm thinking no news is good news, but I was definitely nervous about failing! I looooove me some sugah.

    Good luck with the test (and don't worry about drinking the drink... it's totally not that bad, especially if you are into sweet stuff, but it did make me feel a little icky since I hadn't eaten in awhile).

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  6. Hope the test results come back good. And I'm really glad to hear the appointment went so well :)

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  7. Ohhhhh girl, I SO hope you pass! I am a total sugar and carb girl, and I would probably lose it if I were preggo and denied the sugary goodness! :) But even if you do fail (which you wont, but if you do :) ) you will get through it, because this baby means everything to you :) My dads side has a history of diabetes too, so Im pretty much expecting to fail that test someday haha And can I just say 23 weeks sounds....beautiful!!! :)

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