So I failed....

I went today at 830a.m. before work to Samaritan for my 1 hour glucose tolerance test. Well let me tell ya, for those who haven't ever had one...in a few words...THEY SUCK...BAD. Anyway, I get there and go drink what I like to call "flat Sprite with A LOT of sugar in it" I plugged my nose and downed it and headed back out to the waiting room to sit with my hubby! Well I wasn't sitting down 5 minutes and Miss Kara decided that Mommy drank way too much sugar and she was going to have a party. My stomach flipped and flopped and she kicked and moved, I swear she was having a party in there. Even people who were sitting across the room could see my belly move and they laughed at me.

Now, stay with me here. I don't know if it's just people in general that annoy me or just this lady today at the lab office, but let me tell you the story. So in walks this girl with a little "mixed" baby and her mother. Obviously pregnant and sits near Tim and I. Well this girl who I later referred to Tim as "the crack whore" struck up a conversation with me asking me if I was here for my sugar test. I told her yes and in her mother starts about diabetes and how it just sucks having diabetes. I smile and kindly answer her questions. Then the "crack whore" asks me when I am due...I kindly respond Feb., she pipes back up and says well I'm due Feb. 6, Tim opens his mouth now and says, well she's due the 5th. Her mother all dressed in her for lack of better words "scum bag clothes without her teeth in and hair not brushed" said well you're HUGE (I mean this lady emphasized HUGE) for not being due until Feb. How much weight have you gained? I smiled and kindly said 13lbs. Then I felt my face get red and I wanted to cry. Luckily enough the place started to get busy and she found other people to annoy while I just sat there ready to burst into tears. Then when we got home my neighbor to top off everything says...I think there is 2 in there, look at you...THAT'S it...I cried on the way in the house...it's bad enough being "fluffy" to begin with but when people tell you that you look fat or huge that makes me emotional.

Anyway, yes, like I said I failed the damn test. I was out of there by 945 and my cell phone was ringing at 1145. My doctor's nurse telling me to call her. I called and she was out to lunch when I got down to Guilfoyle to eat lunch with Tim and told him, and we sat and waited for her to call and sure enough I failed and I need to take a 3 hour test. So that is scheduled for Saturday or Sunday which ever I decide to go to Carthage Area Hospital to get it done. I'm not too happy about going back to CAH, but it's got to get done. So, needless to say, I'm kind of bummed and am going to try to eat healthy from now until then, only the problem is, I don't feel like eating at all, all I'm worried about is my princess Kara.


xxoo