Friday turned out to be an interesting day in my world. I woke up that morning knowing I was going to have to leave pretty early to have my Gestational Diabetes/Glucose Tolerance test. It was difficult to work in logistics wise because of the medicine I have to take, also I didn't want to starve myself longer than necessary.
I got to the lab around 9:45 and was given my glucola drink and finished it at 10:05. That would put my blood draw at 11:05 - just in time for lunch! While I was waiting that long hour, there was a dad that came in with his son who looked to be about 16 months or so. I almost couldn't contain myself when they brought him back to the room for his sample. The poor little guy was screaming and crying so loud, I remember having to do this with Evan at about the same age. So there I was, sitting in the waiting room, looking through the glass windows into where the little boy was being tortured...yeah, I started to tear up a little bit. It was then I had a feeling this was going to be an out of the ordinary day.
After I'm finished with my test, I made my way out to the car and immediately called Kevin. I was hungry and the nurse told me she would prefer I eat something right away. Turns out Kevin had just asked a co-worker if he had wanted anything for lunch and that he would go and pick it up. Kevin suggested we go through the drive thru, bring co-worker back his food and eat in the lunch room at work. No thanks, I've been VERY anti-social lately. I'm tired of hearing the same old questions and just don't feel well. We decide to drop the guy's food off and head out to a parking lot to eat in our car (we used to do this a lot when I was working).
We had just pulled out of the driveway after dropping off co-worker's food. All of the sudden Kevin wondered if he had given him the right burger (he and Kev ordered the same thing...a double with just cheese. I had ordered a single with the works). I quickly check the bag and discover that my sandwich is in fact gone. Nice, thanks Kev! He turns around and runs back into work, grabs the sandwich and makes his way back out to the car.
Yeah, this is the part that I start to flip out. I open up my burger and notice the toppings had been scraped off and put back on. First of all, Kev works for a construcion type business - very dirty, even in the office. It was clear this guy used his hands to "get the job done" on MY burger. If you didn't know...this pregnancy I've been very weird about drinking and eating after people, including my husband and son. I just can't do it. So you can imagine what was going through my head at the thought of dirty hands touching all over the insides of my food. There was no way in hell I was eating it. I didn't make a huge deal of it right away, but did express my disappointment. I was going to be perfectly happy eating my fries and drinking my drink. I would just grab something with my parents a little later (I was about to meet them to pick up Evan from school so they could take him to lunch).
Kevin started yelling at me, he didn't understand what the big deal was. My hugely pregnant self took great offense to his harsh words and began to sob while sitting in the car. I couldn't even look at him I was so irritated. One of the pitfalls of my husband is that he doesn't know when the time is right to shut his mouth. This was the time. Did he stop? Nope. He kept on with it and said "FINE - don't eat it!" To which I yellled, "I wasn't planning on it!!" while slamming the sandwich into the floorboard of the car. More waterworks, just more intense this time, and they wouldn't stop.
It was as if someone else was inside my body making me do and say these things (technically I guess there are two ;) ). I immediately felt great remorse for making such a scene and said that I was sorry, Kev also profusely apologized. He ended up going back into the same restaurant and ordering me a whole new burger, what a sweetheart! I think my eyes were red and swollen for the rest of the day.
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