Today marks 27 weeks in my pregnancy, which according to some, is the start of the third and final trimester. Baby and I celebrated today by getting a glucose screening test done. A dear friend of mine was kind enough to accompany us for the 1 hour test during which my blood was drawn, I drank “the drink”, waited for an hour and had my blood drawn again. It was a screening test to see if my body was processing sugar correctly – if not, it would mean that I might have gestational diabetes (diabetes of the pregnant woman type).
When the lab technician asked me whether I had ever had “the drink” before, I told her, “No, I haven’t. But I have heard much about ‘the drink‘!” It made her laugh. She then offered me the choice of orange or plain flavour. I opted for the orange.
“The drink” came in a little plastic bottle, refrigerated. The technician said I had 5 minutes to down the whole thing. I had been told that it would be incredibly sweet and pretty nasty tasting. So I braced myself for the worst.
It was… fine.
I finished it in less than a minute and thought to myself, I wonder if this is the same drink everyone else talks about?
I told the technician that if you’ve ever had to drink chinese medicine, this was nothing. Chinese medicine is bitter and tastes like dirt. This at least was sweet and citrus-y.
Conclusion? Taste is relative. When you’ve had something truly hard to swallow, the rest is surprisingly tolerable. Here’s to the final three months!