Gestational diabetes, or, a big pain in my ass

I couldn't wait for the phone call, so my dumb ass had to call the doctor's office myself. I failed half my 3 hour gestational diabetes test. The test is simple, but boring. You go in, drink a pint of stuff that tastes like really sweet Hawaiian Punch, then get your blood tested every hour for 3 hours. My fasting blood sugar was 2 points too high, hour 1 was 210, hour 2 was 240, then hour 3 was 100. So I kinda sorta have Gestational diabetes, which is kinda sorta like being pregnant: you are or you aren't. So, I wait for another call from my doctor tomorrow to tell me I have to go to the Diabetes educator at the local hospital to be told not to eat sugar. On top of spotting, no weight gain, NO SEX, and being of an "advanced maternal age" ( I would rather be of a 'certain' age), I have diabetes to ponder over-with 10 weeks to go.
Lovely...