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Good news! I passed my glucose tolerance test yesterday with flying colors! I was going to have some harsh words for my placenta if it had screwed me and Petunia over again. The test itself wasn’t the greatest experience of my life, but not anywhere near the worst either. Actually, outside of drinking the icky glucola and having blood sucked from my fingers and arms, I got to catch up on some fantastic people watching and eavesdropping. I pinky swear not to break any HIPPA laws during this gossip session.

Being a Ob/Gyn office, one expects to see pregnant women. I saw two women who I’m absolutely certain were each 22 months pregnant. I thought I was miserable….uh, not quite. These women seriously looked like they could explode. I eyed them closely for fear of an eruption at any moment. I hurt for them.

Again, being an Ob/Gyn office, one periodically has to be inconvenienced due to a doctor being called away on a delivery. Of a baby. Kinda out of their hands, if you ask me. WOW…you would have thought that the doctor had personally kicked some of these women in their nether regions. They were pissed, to say the least, demanding to know “why didn’t you call me, I gots to work” and “my time is more valuable than this, refund my co-pay, I’m leaving.” The receptionists handled the grumps well, explaining that these deliveries just pop up and aren’t planned. “Babies just come when they’re ready.” Tee hee.

I got to overhear an entire conversation about some high school English teacher that has the nerve to assign her children writing assignments. Huh? Isn’t English a class where you learn to write papers?

There were also two women giggling about seeing each other at the gyno office. They thought it was “super duper funny”. I shit you not, one of the women actually said that. She sort of looked like a 30 year old cheerleader.

Luckily for me, I got to learn the best places to buy smocked outfits….for boys. You know what the best part is? This place sells these outfits for less than $60 each. Well that’s just super duper! Are you kidding me?!? Personally, I would be much more excited to know where to buy clothes for less than $10. And, I wouldn’t subject my son to smocked clothing, yikes. My Midwestern roots and genetics do not allow for smocked clothing for my son.

The nurses who kept sucking out my blood were very sweet. They were rooting for me to pass and high-fived me when the final count came in under 180.

On a final non-gossip related note, Peanut and I survived spending time without each other. I have no idea what the babysitter did with him while I was gone, but the kid slept for 3 hours this afternoon. That is a world record for him. Gave me a chance to satiate my ever deepening blog reading habit.