Bleeeeurgh. Went for a blood test this morning. I’ve got a specialist appointment tomorrow, the first since I was discharged from the diabetes high risk maternity unit at National Women’s.

As part of this, I had to go and get some bloods done, notably the all-important HbA1c (or the molar measurement which is coming to take over the HbA1c).

I am absolutely dreading getting this HbA1c back. I liken it to getting exam results. Over the last 18 months I’ve actually looked forward to getting my HbA1c results back because I had a notion that they were going to be good (I was testing that much, and counting carbs like a mofo so you can but hope the HbA1c will come out favourably).

Today’s test, however, is a little like that exam you studied all the wrong bits for and got caught out, and you know you’re not going to get as good a result as your mid-terms. Due to a number of factors (yes, I’ve loosened up since being pregnant, that’s for sure, but I’ve also had about a month of crazy hormonally-affected high BGs) I am absolutely certain my HbA1c is going to be the worst I’ve had in ages.

Also – I had a site occlusion on Sunday night (when your pump, for some reason has a blockage). While I was writing the daylight savings post, I was sitting at a 20.2 BG and you can imagine it took some hours to come down. I know the HbA1c test is a 2-3 month average, but then again it also measures how much glucose is stuck to your red blood cells so I figure having a massive high like that the night before a fasting test can’t help matters much either.

I’ll let you know how I get on. Sigh.