Remember to remember...

Today was the dreaded Gestational Diabetes Test. For those that don't know, you have to fast for 12 hours and EXACTLY 1 hour before you have your blood drawn you have to drink the lovely orange beverage shown below. Personally, I don't think it tastes so bad. I was really nervous when I did it with Max. Come to find out, it tastes like flat soda. Or a melted little Orphan Orange Otter Pop. The only thing I was dreading about this morning was fasting. I don't do well without food in my system, especially when pregnant. I felt fine this morning, timed it all well, and reached the lab with 20 minutes to spare. Only, they were really busy and no one was working the "desk". So when they finally pulled me back to have my blood drawn, it was 5 minutes past the one hour mark. They snapped at me that I should have told them why I was there.

Remember there was no one working the desk?

Remember I haven't eaten?

Remember I'm pregnant?

So I "shut off" in fear I was going to cry all over the stupid lab. She said since I was within 5 minutes I might be okay, she'd stab me with the needle and suck my blood anyway. (Okay, not really, but she did take my blood).

Move forward one hour....(trip to Target in between, and a snack eaten)...

I walk into my OB's office, check in and get seen right away. Gained three more pounds (7 total). We discuss the testing I just had and before I could even finish, he tells me I have to repeat it.

Remember the picture of the empty and now new full bottle?

He continues to lecture me that it's not the labs fault and it's my responsibility to tell them why I was there. I'm rolling my eyes and cursing the stupid man doctor. He reminds me about three times I'm at fault...I shut off again.

Remember I'm hungry.

Remember I'm pregnant.

Remember he's a man. (That's for me to remember)

The appointment continues, the heartbeat is great and strong. While he was listening to the heartbeat, the baby kicked him. (I told it to). He asks again how big my last baby was. I tell him and he says without a doubt this will be a scheduled C-section. He told me I would not be a good candidate for a VBAC. Fine. He told me that 6 months ago. Since my due date is Aug 25, that I'd be scheduled the week before. Fine. I want to go home. He reminded me all the ultrasounds were normal. Fine. He'll see me again in a month. Fine. But, I have to repeat the diabetes testing within a week...adding..." I tried to make it easy for you by scheduling it all in one day to lessen your driving"... Shut up. I. Want. To. Leave!!!!!

So we walk to the front desk and he's still lecturing me. The sweet reception ladies and I are exchanging sarcastic smiles (I know what it's like to work for Dr's...and they reminded me by the smiles to let it go...). He turns to me and says, "Tell me which lab you went to, I'm going to call them. They shouldn't treat you like that."

What?

Remember he's a man.

Remember I was able to eat a real meal again. I got this:

Satisfied. Happy. We thought this was discontinued...NOPE!!!! Hooray!!!! I found it at the Rite-Aid in Pleasant Hill.

MADE. MY. DAY.

Remember:

Chocolate can solve so many problems.