tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post230284204091671497..comments2008-07-10T12:33:07.341-07:00GIRL'S GONE CHILDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07130764109593048451noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-41277306657832704882008-07-10T12:33:00.000-07:002008-07-10T12:33:00.000-07:00haha. i just wrote about this too.<BR/>i can't be forced to drink anything...it doesn't end well. i couldn't drink the glucose stuff with any of my pregnancies...and this week i literally hopped off the table and left right before my cat scan because i couldn't drink the liquid shit.Alihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11127692699186571544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-20575962361343094092008-07-09T21:03:00.000-07:002008-07-09T21:03:00.000-07:00Argh - that stupid drink! I ended up passing out right after the test, which was good because if I'd done it before the test, I'd have to go back and do it again! Blech!Hatchetgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15302252460846652244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-82765007568901294372008-07-09T12:42:00.000-07:002008-07-09T12:42:00.000-07:00Everyone told me the glucose "Tastes just like orange soda." Great, even as a kid, I hated orange soda. They were right...it tasted awful, just like orange soda. Then, my initial results were slightly high and I had to take the test again. And the techs realized that all their refrigerated stuff was past the use by date, and the only usable stuff they had was slightly warmish-room-temp. That made it even worse!! <BR/><BR/>At least the blood letters were nice an gentle.ChefSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13365291022787372989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-22375323729478889882008-07-08T17:42:00.000-07:002008-07-08T17:42:00.000-07:00Oddly I didn't mind the Glucose drink. Just thought it tasted like Orange Crush on 'roids.All Aditherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13338130265872869124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-61864089542734153912008-07-08T17:41:00.000-07:002008-07-08T17:41:00.000-07:00I guess I'm very lucky, 'cause the Blood Bitch at my doc's office actually LIKES me. WTF? I know... but she still hates everyone else. I think she can sense that I'm a bitch too and wants to bond. Yeah, that's it...Kiahttp://goodmum.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-68499381057595034572008-07-08T13:47:00.000-07:002008-07-08T13:47:00.000-07:00i LOVE the glucose drink! it's like the syrup at the end of the coke barrel at the bar. it's DELICIOUS!! i wish i could have some now. for real, i like it.~jjlibraAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-23695902697512410772008-07-08T12:52:00.000-07:002008-07-08T12:52:00.000-07:00I think we get our blood drawn at the same place. My blood lady told me my heels were going to cause a fall, and the fall would lead to a miscarriage.heatherhttp://www.thespohrsaremultiplying.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2165496140395316062008-07-08T10:09:00.000-07:002008-07-08T10:09:00.000-07:00how hard did you smack the judgy beeatch?Beccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03707312160893238672noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-7697340107536414952008-07-08T09:48:00.000-07:002008-07-08T09:48:00.000-07:00Yikes, I almost wouldn't believe that, but I did have a nurse tell me after I had my first son and declined the hospital photos that "another family declined the photos and they went home and their baby died. They really wished they had those photos." I still did not buy the photos.<BR/><BR/>And I'll be 30 weeks preggy at Blogher. Not sure what I'm getting myself into. Sorry to miss you!<BR/><BR/>StephAdventures In Babywearinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02703122439142892617noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-83668365795630242912008-07-08T08:19:00.000-07:002008-07-08T08:19:00.000-07:00Ugh, I have awful memories of choking down that devil syrup.<BR/><BR/>And you'd have to be just a little evil to be a Blood Lady.Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13169651319563063662noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-4399899629338192382008-07-08T07:41:00.000-07:002008-07-08T07:41:00.000-07:00I haven't had your experience with the blood tests, but God only knows I had enough of them trying to get preggers. Like up to 4 a week. But I totally agree with the sweet piss drink. With my second, I didn't flunk my test, but it was borderline, so my doctor made me take it AGAIN. I'm not much of a puker when I'm pregnant, but drinking that drink makes me sick even now.minniemama68http://www.blogger.com/profile/01400210964965229219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-52375740325415800962008-07-08T07:31:00.000-07:002008-07-08T07:31:00.000-07:00What a betch. What right does she have to be judgy? My doctor told me that I could lift my son (who weighed 30 lbs at the time) but no more than that. I seriously doubt your bag weighs more than 30 pounds. Listen to your doctor. Ignore the rest. Or at least pick and choose what you want to listen to vs ignore. This is YOUR pregnancy, and no one but Hal has the right to voice any opinions on it unsolicited.<BR/><BR/>Though, my unsolicited opinion is that you look hawt with your basketball belly.Andreahttp://littlebalddoctors.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-69151807737020892602008-07-08T05:32:00.000-07:002008-07-08T05:32:00.000-07:00Shoulda smacked that little old bitch with your bag!!! Why does everyone think they can tell pregnant women stuff like that?<BR/>Wonder if she tells the morbidly obese they are increasing the incidence of heart disease,hypertension, and diabetes-geez!Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313485263621439151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-65200944052361427902008-07-08T02:58:00.000-07:002008-07-08T02:58:00.000-07:00Scary blood women are universal. I live in Europe and the blood women here fit the description perfectly, except they also wear wimples and crucifixes because they are... nuns. Yes, they are nuns. Nursey nuns. They take care of all your 'womanly appointments' whether pregnant or not and they are terrifying.<BR/><BR/>I had one tell me to 'say a little prayer to Jesus' for good results (how unnerving, I am an atheist) and when I had a series of miscarriages, tell me that it was because I was going swimming after the swimming season had ended and letting drafts get to my back. She also suggested it was because I dyed my hair (I have never dyed my hair). I suspect she was lacking hair herself; perhaps that was relevant.Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18296570828032331870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-13110205000117862542008-07-07T22:12:00.000-07:002008-07-07T22:12:00.000-07:00I'm with you on the repulsive taste of that drink: "sweet-piss" pretty much sums it up. When I had that test done, I sat next to a woman who chugged hers in under a minute and declared: "Delicious!" Weirdo.Janinehttp://metime.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-55556296389116473342008-07-07T22:11:00.000-07:002008-07-07T22:11:00.000-07:00Mmmmmmm. Pirate Cookies. They are delicious!Cagneyhttp://www.familyhomesnetwork.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-73431985083345500192008-07-07T21:55:00.000-07:002008-07-07T21:55:00.000-07:00"My ire had been raised; my dander up; bile rising in my throat. So I wasn't too surprised when the Blood Woman called me at home later that night: "Ma'am? I'm a little flabbergasted by all of this, but it appears that you actually have highly acidic <I>dragon</I> blood. Or possibly that ichor from Alien. Sorry to be the one to break that news." And I kept my mouth shut, secretly overjoyed that she hadn't noticed that the blood in the vials had begun coalescing into tiny little samurai shapes, swords at the ready. Waiting for night to fall and eyes to close. That would show her. Little samurai-victim-busybody."<BR/><BR/>Clearly this is the direction your story was going in.Backpacking Dadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02498905428420679901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-54013748702960373122008-07-07T20:50:00.000-07:002008-07-07T20:50:00.000-07:00Well, now I'm glad, but also sad to hear that it wasn't just my blood lady who was nasty. And she was unnecessarily rough when taking blood. So as I'm being subjected to her way less than pleasant attitude, she's poking her goddammed needles halfway through to my elbow.CaraBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04614627167922944626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-31390701445626197432008-07-07T20:46:00.000-07:002008-07-07T20:46:00.000-07:00Just the thought of watching my blood fill up a vial is enough to set my bowels in motion. You're a braver woman than I.mothergoosemousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05386446012443269817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-23464587313585824192008-07-07T20:17:00.000-07:002008-07-07T20:17:00.000-07:00Ack, chugging flatish, warm orange crush. Yuck. I failed my first glucose test and had to take again, this time three bottles, three hours, three blood lettings.<BR/><BR/>I will miss seeing you this year but I'm holding you and Dana to next year for sure.motherbumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16053978199395919666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-46911979463781376702008-07-07T20:16:00.000-07:002008-07-07T20:16:00.000-07:00I never understood why mother-in-laws/grandmas/old ladies freak out about lifting heavy objects when you're pregnant. As if you don't have a toddler to carry around!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14571038611591073540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-74731227472825482472008-07-07T20:02:00.000-07:002008-07-07T20:02:00.000-07:00ugh, that stuff always gives me diarrhea, too. i can rarely make it till the 1 hour draw, much less home to the privacy of my own bathroom. fwiw, i've found the lemon lime to be less grotesque. the orange actually made me vomit.<BR/><BR/>and i would probably call and complain about the blood woman. there was no reason for her to say something like that to anyone, much less a hormonal pregnant person.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-50936993888814345752008-07-07T19:56:00.000-07:002008-07-07T19:56:00.000-07:00I hate the glucose drink. I had gestational diabetes 3 times...so I had to drink that stuff numerous times. It's so nasty.Mrs. Schmittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14745072739050640143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-36620520102974242002008-07-07T18:43:00.000-07:002008-07-07T18:43:00.000-07:00You should have told seemingly sweet elderly blood woman that was your "going to lab" purse. Because your machete won't fit into your smaller ones. But don't worry, the machete is the *only* thing in it so it's not heavy. You just have to be careful because it's so sharp. And doesn't she just hate how pissy pregnant women are around people like lab techs?<BR/><BR/>www.notesfromthesleepdeprived.blogspot.comWendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17643438802935893718noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-10495104630582094502008-07-07T18:39:00.000-07:002008-07-07T18:39:00.000-07:00mmmm Pirate cookies....you, me, Dana - Canada, 2009. sleepover!Karen Sugarpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02648840299789088421noreply@blogger.com