Are you as sick of reading about my potential gestational diabetes diagnosis as I am of writing about it?
You’re in luck, because this is the last time either of us have to endure it.
After a week of officially freaking out (mostly sulking), not sleeping (there’s a shocker) and eating healthy (barf-o-rama), I am happy–and frankly, a little shocked–to report that I do not have gestational diabetes.
Far from it, actually.
According to science, my fat, disgusting pregnant body is completely normal when it comes to insulin production and blood sugar regulation.
So what gives?
Why all the unnecessary stress over nothing?
Only around 75% accurate
Last week, my midwife–rather unconvincingly–tried to assure me that the first test I spectacularly failed–the Glucose Challenge Test (GCT)–is actually only around 75% accurate.
Of course, I couldn’t take what a grown woman in overalls was telling me at face value without conducting my own research.
So I did, and it turns out she was right.
According to a study* conducted in 2012, if there are 100 women that actually have gestational diabetes, 74 will have a positive GCT test, and the other 26 won’t know that they have it. The 77% “specificity” means that if 100 random women test positive for GD, 23 of them (including me in this case) don’t actually have it.
Yo, science: listen up. There has to be a better option than putting us through this crap. On behalf of fat, disgusting pregnant women everywhere–please come up with a better plan.
I’ll leave you to it while I power through this box of Oreo thins over here.