Earlier this week, I had my gestational diabetes test. A routine test for pregnant women to make sure our glucose levels are in check.
Clearly, this is my first rodeo, so I didn’t really know what to expect other than drinking a sugary drink and waiting. I normally get nervous if I’m taking any sort of health-related test, even if it’s routine. Anyone else?
I arrived to the doctor’s office and was quickly ushered back to the “blood draw room” as I call it.
The phlebotomist simply said, “fruit punch or orange?” and I chose fruit punch, because it’s the best flavor anytime, anywhere.
She handed me what looked like a miniature water bottle filled with, you guessed it, fruit punch and said, “you have five minutes.”
She swiveled her chair away from me and started scrolling through her cell phone. I felt awkward.
Expecting something totally foul, I was shocked by the first sip. I say first sip, because by the end, it tasted like straight cough syrup. But at first, it wasn’t really that bad. So I said, “Man, if we added some vodka to this, we could have a party.”
To which she slowly turned around and gave me a look that shot daggers into my soul.
Note to self: as a pregnant woman, you should not make boozy jokes in the presence of medical professionals.