I’d like to find the fellow who invented the glucose tolerance screening procedure.
And then I would like to puke on him. And kick him for a bit.
Related: Should I really still feel like donkey shit, ten and a half hours after the test? Does this mean that my body is not, in fact, any good at processing glucose, that I will fail the test and be told to do the three-hour one? Because…no. Have no risk factors and no family history of diabetes. Am getting lots of scans of The Bean* anyway, because of the PAPP-A thing, so there will be plenty of chances to keep an eye on its growth and well-being.
Dammit, I was perfectly healthy** this morning, and then I went to the doctor and they made me sick as hell.
My apologies to any who are hurt by today’s “pregnancy sucks” tone. Pregnancy — at least this one — does not suck. I am happy to be pregnant and enjoying it very much, I assure you. I do not enjoy being made to feel nauseated, faint, weak, disoriented, achy, and generally awful***, but pregnancy didn’t do those things to me (at least not all at once).
*Including today! Everything fine! Pictures when one of us is well enough to scan them. Sugar remembers all kinds of cute things that are a bit of a blur to me, so maybe we should make her post about it, eh?
**If you don’t count the heartburn and the rib thing, but let’s not.
***And POSSIBLY a TINY bit emotionally overwrought.