I feel pretty blessed that this has been a relatively easy pregnancy. No morning sickness, very little discomfort. Last week was not an easy week. I was pretty proud of the throwing up, but the doc wasn't impressed or pleased. LOL. Why not?

Friday morning, I met with him and told him about my epic adventure. He at first wanted me to do the same test again and I firmly said no, there has to be another test that will make us all feel comfortable about my glucose tolerance. He's referring me to his dietitian. I was fasting at this point because I was sure he was going to make me do some other kind of test right away. After this appointment, I decided I better keep my ultrasound appt and check on the baby to make sure it wasn't already getting too big due to me possibly being gestational diabetic. I was mid-way through the ultrasound, still fasting, and all of a sudden things started getting hot and fuzzy. I was no longer able to focus and I felt myself getting dizzy. I was able to tell the tech that before passing out. I woke up to a room full of people. The ultrasound doc, the front desk staff (all of them) and the tech. They were handing me a fruit bar and water. I quickly ate the bar and felt immediately better. There was a bp cuff on my arm and they were pricking my finger for my sugar level. BP was 80/50 or lower and my sugar came in at 115. I know my sugar bottomed out, but it hit me so fast it scared everyone. I apologized over and over for scaring everyone and the doc came to talk to me about the ultrasound. He didn't think my sugar would've come up that fast, but I really think it did. He wouldn't let me drive or go to work so I had to call in for the rest of the day. Husband came to pick me up and I took it easy the rest of the day.

Saturday morning, I had breakfast. Around noon I was set to meet up with some girlfriends. While driving, I felt my sugar dip again. I was able to pull into a walgreens and get some OJ/snacks, but that scared me too. I meet with the dietitian tomorrow and the meeting can't come soon enough. I need to know what the eff is going on, please! I'm all packed up today with snacks, juices, food in general. I don't want any more dips, please. It's never happened at work, but that doesn't mean I want it to.

I can't write stories like this, guys. Yesterday, I called the testing center because I needed to have my longer glucose tolerance test done. I wasn't looking forward to it, but I didn't want to be surprised by the cost either. The lady that answered the phone was less than helpful. I'd say she was borderline defiant. She wouldn't even give me the standard cost they charge the insurance company. Kept telling me that she wouldn't know the cost until I arrived today to take the test. I was annoyed and mad because I'm the patient, the reason she even has a job answering the phone to help me. I wasn't asking for something outside of her scope, but *sigh*. She ended up saying something like I needed to call someone else, ok sweetheart and hung up. I ended up calling Quest corporate and was able to get the answer I needed, but it sucked that I had to deal with that on top of an already busy day of waiting for the call regarding my interview for the promotion. I finally got that call after 2pm, because this recruiter sucks. Her name is Tequila. She called me at 2 to schedule an interview for today at 4pm. I was definitely rattled/worried because I knew I'd be foggy after this glucose test.

I got to the testing center, dressed for success and ready to tango if I came across that lady I spoke with yesterday. The lady that helped me kept calling me honey so I was a bit skeptical that it might have been her. She took my blood gave me the drink. It's 100 grams of liquid sugar. The first test I took was 50g. This seemed worse. I was gagging drinking it. They give you four minutes to drink it. Between the weight loss surgery, being nearly 8 months pregnant, I was less than thrilled of how this was going to turn out. I went back to the waiting room and waited for my next blood draw. 30 minutes later and I was turning green. No trashcans in the waiting room for some reason. I couldn't even say that I needed help, it all came back up. Another lady in the waiting room starting screaming, this lady is sick! lol. I was embarrassed, but immediate relief from the sugar dose. The girl that was helping me came back out. I apologized but couldn't say much else, I knew I had more. She tried to escort me to a restroom. First one was occupied. We get to the 2nd, the door is unlocked and inside is another worker doing number 2. If I wasn't still nauseous, I was even more so. Luckily there was a nearby trashcan outside of the restroom and I released the rest. The worker that escorted me is yelling at the other worker. I'm going to need you to lock the door when you use the restroom! Apparently this has happened before. Comical.

So I think the baby got even for me this morning. There are other ways to get even, but I did feel relieved after failing that test with flair! Doctor visit tomorrow and I'm going to beg for no more testing. I don't think I can do it again.