went into the ob office to
take my glucose tolerance test
(the test for gestational diabetes)
my dr. said i could eat a snicker bar
(instead of the disgusting orange sugar crap) when i told her i didnt want the test
so i arrive at the lab, candy in hand....and the lab teck
says "no way lady"
and something to the tune of "WE DONT DO THAT"
so he tells me i can do special jelly beans instead
and im thinking...ok ok a handfull of lime jelly beans...
i can handle that, my baby can handle that.
boy was i freakin wrong
the nurse...lets call her big wilma, she takes me
into the hallway like a naughty school child
and informs me that i have to
eat an entire bag of jellybeans
and she has to watch me eat them
i gave big wilma a piece of my mind
after that i went and bought a stretchy skirt and called
and she informed me that she nor any woman in my family has had this
when i go to the hospital
im like jessy james
im billythefreekin kid
im the antichrist
i question everything
its my body
its my baby
your not getting me the second time around
this time im in control