Yesterday I had to go in for a three hour glucose blood test for gestational diabetes.
That means this:
I failed the first blood screening by ONE POINT over what is acceptable.
I had to fast for 12 hours, then show up at the doc's office at 9am. That wouldn't be a big deal except I had to get Bella up early, drive her to her Gran's house, then drive back the other way to the doc office.
The nurse took one vial of blood at 9:30. By then I was dying for some nourishment so the glucola drink was the best tasting orange syrup ever.
She suggested I either lay down in the room or I could hang out in the lobby. I chose to lay down and rest.
Rest. What a joke.
Ever try laying down on an exam room table, on your left side so you don't throw up and because laying on your back at this point causes your internal organs to be squished up to your throat due to a 3+ lb child squirming around uncomfortably?
Not only did she squirm, baby decided to take up jazzercise. I'm guessing she was really keen on the glucola since that's all she'd had in 12 hours too.
I got three more vials of blood taken from me at 10:30, 11:30 and 12:30.
By the time I left, I felt abused from the inside out and I left my frost bitten toes on the exam table.
Now I just hope that I passed the test this time. Otherwise, I'll have to go on a strict diet, eating 8 meals a day and checking my sugar levels all day long. Yippee.
The bad part? I think I messed up the very first test by having coffee and a cereal bar that morning, even if it was 5 hours before the test.
But then, I've never been good at taking tests. Remember the Follow The Directions quiz you had to take in junior high? Same test every year and each year I failed to read all the directions. Guess it finally came back to bite me. Or at least take half my blood out.