I'm 28 weeks this week and just did a 3 hour glucose test this morning. Now I know what people were complaining about. The 1 hour test isn't so bad but it's not even close to the same as the long test. I showed up 3 till 8 this morning and started my day out with a blood draw. I then had to drink an entire bottle of extremely sweet orange carbonated drink as fast as I could. That was horrible enough. After fasting since 10pm the last thing my pregnant body wanted was this nasty drink. I choked it down and then went to the waiting room. That's where the fun began. I started to get extremely nauseas and hot. I tried reading by couldn't concentrate for very long. I would cross my legs, uncross them, walk around and lay my head back. I went back in to the lab for my next blood test an hour later and prayed for God to help keep the liquid in my stomach. I went back to the waiting area for another hour long wait. This time I could smell the alcohol that she used to wipe my arm and that's all I could smell. I kept eyeing the trash can just in case I hurled. There was an old man sleeping across from me and he'd wake up and look at me every once in a while. I kept wondering if he could tell I was going to pass out and throw up on myself. The smell of alcohol!! Ugg! I pulled some lotion out of my bag and put some on to try to cover up the smell. At this point I went to the bathroom to hang out in case I hurled. I went back for my next test and another hour long wait. This time I started feeling a little better and I sat where I could see the T.V.. I couldn't hear it but I could see it was The View. Jimmy Kimmel was dressed in drag. That kept me occupied and then someone turned the channel and...JACKPOT...it was The Price Is Right. Now this show seemed fabulous after being bored for hours and I actually caught myself smiling as they spun the wheel to see who would advance to the final round. I couldn't catch the end b/c I had to get my final needle-poking for the day. I got the heck out of there and ate some lunch and now I'm at work.
I can't believe how sick and tired that test makes you feel! I'm completely exhausted. I can't wait for 530 to come so I can go home and lay down. The baby kicked the entire time I was there for the test. I wonder if the sugar got to her too.
Monday, March 9, 2009
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