Yesterday I went to the doctor for my monthly prenatal visit, which this time included the dreaded glucose test. It was a simple test, no trigonometry required. All I had to do was pound down the drink, which tasted like a super-sweet version of Sprite, sit around for an hour, then let them suck a little blood out of my arm.
For all that it was easy, it wasn’t fun. The drink made me nauseous and the blood drawing didn’t help. On the bright side, the results came back today and I don’t have gestational diabetes. The test showed, though, that I’m slightly anemic and now I have to take iron pills. Iron supplements are notorious for their constipational powers, so you can imagine how psyched I am about that.
I hope the little guy appreciates what I suffer for him!