okay so I HAD to go o ANOTHER stupid fucking nutrition class, this time for gestational diabetics, which I am not sure I technically fall under anyway. I am diabetic, but I have to sit thru a class and ignore when the teachers say "temporary situation", no no, mine is pretty much permanent, with the exception of loosing 100 pounds immediately.
First I love that the doctors and nutritionists contradict each other. Nutritionist say my fat ass should gain no more than 15 pounds this pregnancy. That's the way it was with my 1st, okay, I get it. But the doc's want me to gain... NOTHING. Not 1 pound. They're quoting that current studies are showing that the baby is just fine when mommy gains nothing.
My answer... fuck them all... I gain what I gain, and they aren't going to make me feel guilty for it. So far I have gained a whopping 3 pounds, and that's cuz I haven't worked out in a while.
So I figure an hour or so of getting brow beaten, again, about what I eat, how much I eat, etc. Oh no, it was 2 hours. AND I had to get up and do about 1000 things before I went to the hospital for this class, so in order to make it on time, guess what I had to skip... that's right, I haven't eaten since last night.
But the class is telling me to eat every 2 hours.
SO already I am mad for having to be there, mad from low blood sugar and hormones, then the icing on the cake... no, not 1 class... WEEKLY meetings with the nutritionist to discuss every single aspect of my food intake and blood sugar. WEEKLY. AND there on days when my husband's unit wont let him go. So this gets yet better. The appointments are only on thursdays, so that means, since we only own 1 car... that I get to wake up at 4 am to take my husband to work, and make it to the appointment later in the day and then pick him up that evening... 3 trips on and of base... 60 miles that day, once a week. So now 1/2 the food budget gets to go away so I can pay for the extra gas.
Okay now I am really really REALLY pissed.
After the class we were rushed, so we got mc'd's which of course, is bad bad bad... it could kill my baby.
While I am there, my body decides to go #2... those moments are few and far between for me these days. The kid had to go too, and the husband is in a rush. So he orders and I have to wait thru her potty time, and try to rush thru mine, she's touching everything in the bathroom and putting her mouth on stuff, so I am reaching and yelling... I couldn't go. I felt like I was literally in the middle of a movement... sorry to be so gross.
So I grab the husband drop him off at work, fly home like a bitch on a broom. Now, I have diarrhea... and I am so sick to my stomach, I cant eat. I ate about 1/2 my nasty, cold burger before I gave up. SO I just threw away $5 cuz I couldn't eat.
I am just so fucking angry right now, I almost wish I wasn't pregnant, it's not worth this fucking hassle, and now I get to do it once a fucking week?
If this doesn't get better, I may have to tell the doctors to do what they have to, but I am not going to go to any more bullshit, waste my time appointments, unless it's life and death, and I mean the real kind... not the "you could kill your baby" kind, I am gonna not care about anything really quick.
