Yep, I said round 1. As in, it hasn’t even been 24 hours since I drank that nastiness (glucola) and I already know I have to do it again. But I guess technically the title of this post should be “Glucose Drink…Round 1” since I didn’t actually even get to do the test. Let me back up.
My appointment for my glucose test was this morning at 8:30 a.m. This meant I had to drink the glucola at 7:30, so I got up at 7 (can I just say that I haven’t set an alarm or gotten up that early in I don’t even know HOW long—yuck), made myself breakfast (eggs and toast), which I never, ever eat breakfast, but I was afraid to drink the glucola on an empty stomach because I remember how
terrible horrible disgusting it was when I had to drink it (twice) with my pregnancy with Hadley.
This time around, the drink was 5 million times worse for me. I did ok for the first half of it, but by the 2nd half, every single sip I took went down and immediately came back up, which (TMI, sorry) I had to just swallow back down. It is the sweetest, most syrup-y, disgusting drink I have ever had to stomach. For those who haven’t been lucky enough to have to drink it, magine koolaid or gatorade but with about 10 times the normal amount of sugar in it. I finished it (barely) in the 5 minutes I was allowed, and then went upstairs to get ready.
I was literally sweating and swallowing back puke the entire time I was getting ready. Jon asked me if I was ok a few times but I really couldn’t talk because every time I did, I felt like I was going to barf. Somehow I managed to do my makeup and straighten my hair (the first time in I don’t know…forever?).
When I got in the car to leave, to my surprise, I found this:
That husband of mine is pretty sweet, y’all. He knew that I have been DYING without any candy this week and gave me a whole bag of my most recent addiction—cookies ‘n’ creme kisses. I love him. I could not WAIT until the test was over so I could break into those. Yum.
My doctor requires patients to have lab work done at Labcorp, I’m assuming because there is a Labcorp office directly across the hall from his, but luckily for me there is one about 2 seconds from my house so I have been going there to get all my lab work done for this pregnancy. Anyway, I left the house at 8:15 just to be safe (I did not want to be even one minute late for fear of having to do it all over again), got there at 8:18, then had to wait until 8:30 to go back.
I sat in the chair, rolled my sleeve up, and got ready for the lady to take my blood. She left the room, was gone for a couple minutes, and then came back with a somber look on her face. “You’re not going to believe this,” she said, “but we are completely out of the tubes we need for this particular test. We aren’t going to be able to do it today.”
Me: *****blank stare*****
I sat there for a minute before I said “please tell me you’re joking.” She said “I wish I was, I am so sorry, you’ll have to come back another day.”
WAS. SHE. SERIOUS?!?!
I told her that I felt like I needed to warn her, but I was probably going to cry, and then I did. Whoops. I know it really wasn’t the end of the world…but after all that, I just wanted her to draw my d@mn blood and be done with the test. I had pretty much already prepared myself for the fact that I probably wouldn’t, or at least may not, pass it…since I failed the first one with H by one point (or whatever they measure it by), I knew the three-hour test would be a possibility. I just didn’t think that I would have to drink that mess yet again, but by no fault of my own. Now, so help me, if I don’t pass when I re-do it next week and then have to do the three-hour one for a grand total of three times this pregnancy… I will definitely cry some more.
Speaking of crying… after I left the lab, I cried the whole way home, and kept sobbing when I explained it all to Jon. I tried to pull it together as we were leaving, (I realize I was being totally ridiculous, there are way worse things that could have happened, but I’m just laying it all out there…we’re all friends here, right?) but not to much avail. I backed out of the driveway and smack—I realized that my car side view mirror had hit Jon’s truck mirror as I was backing out… not the end of the world; it just made my mirror fold in. I pulled forward, back into the garage, to straighten up. I folded the mirror back out and made sure there were no scratches (there weren’t) and backed out again…but this time, in an effort to not hit his mirror again, I overcorrected and hit the wheelbarrow that was propped up against the wall in the garage with the side of the car…causing it to fall over into the passenger side door. I can’t make this stuff up.
Jon heard all the noise and came out to the garage, and I just said “I don’t even want to talk about it, just please move it out of the way so we can go.” He moved the wheelbarrow and I proceeded to (successfully) back out and
surprisingly made it to H’s preschool safe and sound.
I called my Mom to tell her about my morning’s events and she first asked me if there was any damage done to my vehicle (as of 11:45 p.m. when I’m writing this, I still haven’t looked…I can’t make myself), and the next thing she said was “when you calm down and can realize that this is actually kind of funny, you have to blog about this”. So here I am. I guess I can admit now that it is all a little comical, but that does not take away from the fact that I would rather gouge my eyes out with a spoon than drink that nasty drink again.
The good news is, after all this happened, I treated myself to a little retail therapy (ok, it was Christmas shopping, but it still made me happy) and then got a pedicure! My sister-in-law, Kelley, gave me a gift certificate for one last Christmas and I just got around to using it today, and it honestly could not have come at a better time. It was nice to sit and relax and be pampered after the nightmare of a morning that I had. I had a chance to sit and bring things all back into perspective and realize that there are WAY worse things that could have happened to me. I am still beyond blessed and though the circumstances were unfortunate, I definitely overreacted (can we blame it on hormones?) and I will get through it all a 2nd (and maybe 3rd…sigh) time just fine.
Whew, I think that is all. My next appointment is Tuesday, so say a prayer for me then please. Lord knows I need it. ;)
Happy Friday eve!