I thought I was going to really hate this thing, but it turns out Pokey and I are partners in a game called "How Much Sugar Does It Take to Get Your Postprandial Glucose Over 110?" Apparently more than I can stomach, because it hasn't happened. Waffles and hot chocolate? Nope. Big ol' glass of orange juice with a piece of cinnamon toast between meals? Nope. I actually tried pushing it, but I don't eat like that anymore and it made me sick (there was no way I was choking down a big soda, BAAAARF). My typical dietary life (I had a bowl of raw vegetables with feta dip, a big handful of nuts, a small glass of orange juice and giant glass of ice water for lunch) nets readings between 70 and 95, day-round. For those of you who aren't fat and don't get sent by your primary care physician to get your Hbg A1c checked every time your ear hurts or you have a suspicious mole, those are low-end, tight range, distinctly non-diabetic numbers.
So nooooooo worries. Pokey the One Touch Ultra 2 (that sounds like a discreetly named and highly effective vibrator) and I agree that gestational diabetes can bite our shiny metal asses.