I'm going crazy. I'm an addict experiencing 100% withdrawals. Tuesday seems forever away.
Last week I failed my one hour gestational glucose screening. Again. I failed three years ago while carrying Talmage and the memory of the 3 hour glucose screening still haunts me. I've said goodbye to one of my best friends. . . sugary sugar. Goodbye to the Good and Plenty, the Hot Tamales, the Chocolate cake sitting on the counter. Goodbye to the recently delivered Girl Scout cookies, the Tootsie Pops, and the handful of animal crackers.
Life isn't fair. Case in point: my sisters get to eat king sized snickers bars for their glucose screening. . . I get to chug one of these.
Oh how I'd rather eat a snickers bar or two.
100g of sugar on a empty stomach is brutal . . . but perhaps it is another reminder that you'll do just about anything for that little one growing inside of you. Anything. Even if it means laying on a bench in the lab's waiting room for three hours. Even if it means getting poked over and over again. Even if it means saying goodbye to your best friend. So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen goodbye.
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