Yesterday morning I got some work done and then at noon chugged down a glucose drink (for the glucose tolerance test that checks for gestational diabetes). Ugh. That stuff was nasty! It tasted like the syrup they make orange soda with... if that syrup had an entire bag of sugar in it. It was all I could do to not throw up before the test. I used all my will to keep it down and even then kept refluxing it up into my mouth and then having to swallow the orange vomit back down or the test wouldn't work. After drinking the crap I headed over to Good Sam.

I made great time getting there and Rob met me outside the hospital. We headed up to the lab so I could check in. My doctor instructed that this was to be a one hour test (blood should be drawn an hour after I drank the crap) and so I thought I would just wait until it was time. At 45 minutes they called me in for the blood draw. I told them it was too early, the doctor specifically said ONE HOUR and that's when the trouble started. Apparently the bitch of a receptionist thought she knew more than my doctor and spent the next fifteen minutes berating me for my choice in front of the other patients. She had the gall to tell me I should listen to her and just get it drawn now (because a receptionist knows more than the doctor ordering the test), that it wouldn't matter if it was taken fifteen minutes early because they could hold the blood on the side for that time (hello, it's to see how my body reacts in that time), and that I was being a hassle because it was messing up their schedule. I didn't want to get in a fight so I just said "I'm just doing what my doctor's instructions were", but she wouldn't drop it. I really hope Rob mentions this to the head of the lab (or gives me information to contact them) because that was completely uncalled for. Rude bitch should be fired. You would think a receptionist would have the people skills to not berate a pregnant woman (for trying to do the test correctly no less) in front of a room full of patients. Anyway, even though it was such an extreme hassle for them, they drew my blood around the correct time. A few minutes early, but hopefully close enough.

After that mess I went into the bathroom and attempted to throw up as much as I could. For the past hour I had felt horribly sick and this helped somewhat. I was also high as a kite on sugar. Rob and I then headed to the hospital cafeteria and had lunch. When we were done eating he headed back to work and I headed into the nurse's lounge and passed the time waiting for my OB appointment by playing Sudoku.

By the time 4:30 rolled around Rob was done with work and met me in the nurse's lounge. We headed up to the doctor's office (my appointment was at 4:45) and I did the usual. Peed in a cup, got weighed, and had my blood pressure taken. It was a bit on the high side, but that was probably because I was stoned on sugar (ever since I took the drink I was spazzy, wide awake, and my resting heart beat was racing). After the vitals we waited to talk to the doctor. When she came in we talked with her for a bit (about the rudeness at the lab and the fact that the Accu-Gen test was wrong and that we're having a boy - she was shocked) and got to hear the baby's heart beat. She told me that at my next appointment I'd be getting my Rhogam shot and I made an appointment for November 30.

Rob and I then headed to the office of a doula we're thinking of using. We had a meeting with her that lasted a few hours (from about 5pm to 7:30pm). She went over what she would do for us in classes and during child birth, taught us a pretty much sure fire way for avoiding an episiodomy (and even tearing during labor), and things like that. I clicked with her and really liked everything she had to say. It seems she can really help me get through natural childbirth and some of her techniques can make things a lot easier. We're so going with her. Rob's going to return the paperwork to her next week and then we'll set up our first class with her. Woot!

After the meeting we headed out of the hospital and to dinner. We toyed with the idea of going to Picanha since I had my blood drawn, but decided against it. We were equally in the mood for burgers so why pay that much when we could eat at Wendy's and be just as happy? So, we grabbed some foodage at Wendy's (where the retard behind the counter couldn't understand the concept of "no onions and no tomatoes") and then went to Krispy Kreme (where the guy there couldn't understand the concept of the number 2). We stopped off at the drug store on the way home and then came home and crashed. By this time my sugar high was wearing off and I was crashing big time. I was pretty much a half-asleep drooling wreck by the time my head hit the pillow.

Today I'm catching up on things I didn't have the time to get done this week yet. Massive amounts of laundry, e-mail, getting some work done, etc. Bleh.

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