To drink a glucola..

This week was the traditional glucose drinking event that all pregnant women look forward to.. so so much. Not really. It is not awesome. The first sip.. you think 'oh, it's not as bad as I remember.' Then you take another.. and you are confident you can drink it and live to tell about it. After 3 or 4 sips you look at the clock and 2 minutes have gone by. Already. Two minutes and you're only a third of the way done.

You try drinking faster and it starts to burn your throat. You slow down and all you can think about is needing to drink water- but you can't. The drink is terrible. It's like flat orange soda.. with extra sugar. Even though it's supposed to be lemon-lime flavored.

I couldn't make it in 5 minutes. It was closer to 6 (but that's just between us). I did the best I could. I knew if I drank any faster it wouldn't stay down.

Thankfully I passed the blood test with flying colors and won't need to redo it. Thank God, thank God. However..

When I made my next appointment the only ones that were available during the next millenia were at the office location I avoid like the plague. More than the plague. There is only street parking. And you have to park a block or more away (if you're lucky). Neither of those things are totally awful- they just make it worse.

Every time I had to go to that location when I was pregnant with Lily, the waiting room was always packed.. every chair had someone sitting in it. And there were always three or more children under the age of 8 running around like wild animals. Only three- if you were lucky. And I never sat in the waiting room for less than half an hour. Never. It was only a half hour wait if I was lucky.. and I most often was not lucky. It reminds me of the time I spent in the social security office waiting area in my local urban city right after I got married.

Based on my appointment time coming up.. I anticipate about an hour wait. An hour. Just so my doctor can listen to baby's heartbeat and the nurse can make sure I've put on another pound or so. Man. I'm so upset. There was no way around not having to go to that office.

And I have an awful awful feeling, based on what the receptionist was saying when I made this appointment, that I'm going to have to make more appointments at that office. Aggg.. I just want to cry. And if I thought it would help, I totally would. I would totally drink that glucose goop again and have my blood tested again.. if I didn't have to go to that office. I'd drink it every morning for a week.

Do you think they'd take me up on that offer? I doubt I'm that lucky.