In which hoops are jumped through, cake is eaten, and cups are peed into
September 12th, 2010
Friday was officially my last day of work before heading out on a 12 week maternity leave. I am way too Type A to work up until I go into labor — you’d inevitably feel like you left things incomplete — so I’m giving myself a little breathing room. In celebration, my sweet office mates had a cake and ice cream party, accompanied by an array of fun baby decorations including a helium stork balloon the size of a small airplane.
The cake and ice cream party raised a slight problem, though. It was scheduled from 11am to 1pm. I had a doctor’s appointment scheduled for 1:30pm. I had learned at a previous appointment that consuming too many sweets just before providing a urine sample can make the results wonky and make your doctor nervous. (Who knew that half a pound of chocolate would do that? There should be warning labels or something.)
So today I vowed to be prepared, even if it meant jumping through a few hoops. My big plan was to go pick up a container early in the day and bring my offering with me to the appointment. Josh was horrified by the idea of carrying a jar of pee around all day, but that’s a separate issue.
Happily, my doctor’s office is accommodating and they like me, so the nurse on duty said I could just leave the cup, they’d run the cultures, and make appropriate notes in my record.
I did. They did. And I was able to wolf down two pieces of cake and a big bowl of ice cream with no qualms.