Thursday, May 26, 2011
Glucose challenge. Fun times.
The 1 hour glucose tolerance test is gross. The orange drink is gross. The ensuing jittery sugar high is gross. The following blood-sugar crash is gross. And all while sitting in the (gross) basement lab at my doctor's office with no internet access. Gross. And I have been super bitchy and tired ever since because I wanted to spread the fun to my whole family. Because I am a giver.
As an added bonus, the phlebotomist who finally drew my blood after I had been sitting for an eternity on a supremely uncomfortable bench reading Seventeen, said it was a good thing I am having 3 kids "in case one of them sucks." And she would know, she claimed, because one of hers "sucked," so she was glad she had the other two. Wow.
I passed the test-- phew!-- and can continue to binge on pastries and candy.
On a related note, I am getting fat. FAT. Quickly. Maybe it's the pastries and candy?