Voodoo Child v. 16: it doesn't have to be eternal to be immortal.

So today was my Glucose screening for gestational diabetes. Don't you just love the word gestation? I like to tell people instead of being pregnant, I'm gestating. They always look at me funny, but then again, who doesn't?

 Anyways, so today I had an appt with my OB and beforehand, I go to take my glucose test. I check in at the lab, and the lab tech points me over to a podium where Homegirl is standing. She gives me a paper cup then cracks open a bottle of orange fluid. Looks like Sunkist (or any orange soda for that matter). I happen to LOVE LOVE LOVE (nom nom nom) orange soda so I'm just thrilled to down it. I ask her, "Do I have to drink it in front of you?" It feels like being in jail. Nice. Take your meds. Show me your tongue. Under tongue. A ha! You swallow that damn pill. While I'm downing it like a shot (really, I love orange soda), she explains to me that some women just don't want to take it, don't get diagnosed with gestational diabetes and then bad things happen. Gulp. I can't believe there are people like that. Oh wait, I take it back. There are some really mad folks out there.

I put the cup down and she gives me a second shot. I down that as well. I feel like I should get a prize for being a willing patient. I didn't find it all nasty iike some of my friends have told me it would be like, although I can readily see how it could be all bad; it does taste of flat orange soda, and me being me, lover of orange soda, I've had my share of flat orange soda and it's still all good to me. One of the things she said to me was "If you throw up..." If I throw up? WTF! What do you mean if? I could? I think one of my biggest fears is yakking in public view...not that it's stopped me before, come on  I know some of you were around for my three count 'em three yakitudes.

I head off to my appt with my OB that lasts all of 2 seconds. She listens to Bambina's heart beat (it's slower, but apparently that's normal, I hope). She measures the belly. Weight is good (ack I weigh that much), blood pressure is good, and we chop it up for a bit. I bring my notebook full of questions, and we're good to go!

I have to go downstairs back to the lab to get my blood drawn. I for one am not scared of needles. I used to get blood tests once a week, and it doesn't bother me in the least. I hang out, read some of the literature sitting around and get my needle stick and I'm on my way.

Blood test came back okay, but I'm still waiting for the results of the glucose Orange Soda dream drink. I'll keep you posted!

Voodoo

PS: 25.6 weeks!