Another health scare

I went for my checkup and glucose test on Tuesday. I checked out of school at 2:40 and didn't leave the doctor's office until after 5. Why it took so long is another story.

My doctor said, "No news is good news" as far as the results were concerned.

But her office called this morning during TEAMS; I couldn't answer.

Just seeing who it was on the screen was enough to make me worry though.

If I have gestational diabetes, I'm going to have to give up sugar!

This was a devastating thought. I'd already had to consider whether life without sugar was worth living when David got his diabetes diagnosis.

So I continued to eat my Chex Mix. Not just Chex Mix, but the honey and chocolate kinds.

It reminded me of the weekend when David knew his diabetes diagnosis was coming. He savored the things he feared giving up.

I called Anita, the nurse, back as soon as I could.

She said, "You passed your glucose test, but you're anemic, so we want you to start taking iron." She gave me more instructions, like not taking the iron at the same time of the day as the prenatal vitamin.

So all of the (thirty minutes of) worry was for naught. Whew!

Still, I puzzled over WHY I'm anemic. It's not like I'm loosing blood monthly right now. I hurt myself all the time, but I don't get THAT many paper cuts. But it's not the first time I've been anemic. Lots of times when I've tried to give blood, I've been under the 12.something required, so I've learned to take iron or eat red meat before I give blood.

I should have known. I started getting lazy about taking pictures probably around Thanksgiving. I had a desk in the hallway at school that I'd sit on instead of standing outside my door like I'm supposed to. There were many such indications, but I just thought it was a side effect of pregnancy, I guess.