Annoyed

After taking the glucose tolerance blood test, I was told I would be notified within 2 business days if the results were less than desired. So...since Saturday is a business day for my doctor's office...today, 3 business days later than I was told initially I would be informed - I got the call from my dr's office that I need to come in and TAKE THE THREE HOUR GLUCOSE TEST. I am not going to lie. Curses came out of my mouth. Along with tears. The nurse told me on the phone, "the drink is the same number of ounces, but twice the glucose." I shrieked. She asked if I was ok. I told her no. The mere THOUGHT of drinking that putrid mess makes me vomit a little in my mouth. So, not only do I have to subject myself to the nastiness that is this "drink," but I also have to fast for 8 hours prior to arriving at the dr's office, and 4 hours after that. So, I will go 12 hours without eating or drinking anything. I will NOT be a pleasant person. IF I don't eat every 2 to 2 1/2 hours I get VERY cranky. So, no telling what I will become when not only can I not eat or drink, but my stomach is full of sugar. VOMIT. I am starting my prayer now that I won't vomit.

Also...I need to take two iron supplements a day because my iron is too low. Fabulous. What else??

Also...a mother asked me last week, "so, your almost 9 months right?" my reply, "No...just 6." Today, the SAME mother said to me, "So...any minute now huh? That baby is ready." WHAT?!?!?! Did I not just tell you 6 days ago that I am ONLY 6 MONTHS PREGNANT?!?! Come on. That made my day...then I get home to a phone call from my doctor's office.

Needless to say...I am not in a very good mood, and I am pretty bummed about the prospect of having to drink that mess again. Not to mention that I DO NOT want Gestational Diabetes. And it seems pretty strange that I could have it considering my diet consists of VERY little sugar since I got pregnant. I guess if you don't eat sugar or sweet stuff, anyone would come up as diabetic on a blodd test after being made to drink 12 ounces of pure glucose. SICK.

So...my Friday will be spent in the dr's office, hopefull not puking.

TO TOP THIS ALL OFF: we just had a fire drill. Ridiculous. At 8:30 pm. There are tiny babies that go to bed early, and they went around and knocked on everyone's door and even made the tiny babies be woken up and taken outside into the cold. RIDICULOUS. We don't need fire drills. We are adults. We know what to do if there is a fire. GRRRRR.