These are my testing supplies.

(Thank you, Sarah, for sending this my way and cheering me up.)

So, I've got the sugar. 

(I knew this deployment and pregnancy were going WAY too smoothly.)

I take a class at the diabetic clinic next week. I don't know what pisses me off more--the fact that (except for December) I followed a really careful diet (I've gained only 20 pounds) or the fact that I'm almost thirty-one-weeks pregnant and no one sees any urgency in treating this thing right the hell now. 

It is unacceptable that I do not have an appointment this week, that I have to wait a week on something so time-sensitive that it has the potential throw me into preterm labor or require that I deliver early if the baby gets too big. My next doctor's appointment, or my 32-week ultrasound, is February 4 when I'll be thirty-three weeks. We need to know just how big this baby is. Why hasn't another, earlier appointment been scheduled? 

After hours of research on the Internet and getting acquainted with my testing supplies (I've already used 14 testing strips for two tests), my fingers are sore and I'm confused about just what the hell it is I'm supposed to eat. The information out there is often contradictory, and how one's body reacts to certain foods is incredibly varied. My doctor has not called me. He better be ready to have a new one ripped today.

Maybe I'm hormonal and overreacting... No, screw that. 

In the meantime, Wilford Brimley is the only thing cheering me up right now.