I am sitting in the waiting room at the OB with three other pregnant women. We are watching the Ambush Makeover segment on The Today Show and all of us are crying.
In our defense, it's a really happy/sad story (they made over a woman suffering from MS who is wheelchair bound).
So, I'm not just hanging out at the doc for fun. No, I'm here cause I flunked my first glucose screening. As of this moment, I am a little over halfway done with my three hour screening. What does this entail? Fast for twelve hours, get blood drawn, drink a God awful glucose drink, which I'm pretty sure is similar to what they put in hummingbird feeders, wait an hour, have a blood draw, wait an hour, have a blood draw, wait an hour, final blood draw.
Did I mention you can't eat? And that the Today show featured Paula Deen this morning?
Baby girl is going absolutely insane from all the sugar. It's a orange glucose drink fueled dance party in my uterus.
This test is to determine whether or not I have gestational diabetes. Fingers crossed I pass this test!
In the meantime, I am meticulously and obsessively planning what food I am going to hoover in exactly two hours...