Or am I just plain irritable nowadays? It’s been getting worse.
I find myself getting irritated by random people I come across. But I try REALLY hard to keep it all inside of me. Maybe one day I’ll burst. Actually, there were a few times already I felt like bursting out into tears all to myself. 
I finally understand why Rachel Greene in F.R.I.E.N.D.S was so irritable and hormonal when she was pregnant with Emma. And it gets worse towards the end.
Funny I don’t remember having these feelings with Sunshine. :S
I’ll give you an example;
This morning when I was up making milk for Sunshine, my mobile rang. I was rather irritated as it was only 9am and I seldom get calls so early in the morning although I was already up. But I’m generally not a morning person.
It was from one of the midwives/ diabetic dietitians from the hospital.
Generally, I dislike people who exaggerate and/or lie. And of course, with this pregnancy hormone thingy, I tend to be more on the edge with these sort of people. I would usually live and let live but make a mental note to be careful of such people. But this morning…………….
Midwife: Hi good morning, I am XXX from the diabetes clinic in YYY hospital. Can I speak to Jolene please?
Me: Yes this is me.
Midwife: Oh, good. Are you free to talk now?
Me: (Irritated as I lost count of how many scoops of formula I’ve added into the milk bottle) Yes I am.
Midwife: Oh, I tried to call SO MANY TIMES yesterday and left QUITE A FEW messages on your mobile and your house phone.
Me: (A little sarcastically) Oh, that’s weird because my house phone doesn’t record messages.
Midwife: (Awkward pause) Oh, your mobile then.
Me: (Yeah you only left ONE message yesterday.. but never mind…)
Midwife: So how are your readings?
Me: Yes I’ve had two high readings yesterday of 8.1 after breakfast and 8.7 after lunch. I had milo and two slices of brea….
Midwife: (Interrupting) Ohhhh IT MUST BE THE MILO!
Me: (Irritated at being interrupted and I get irritated with presumptuous people!) …..d with peanut butter.
Midwife: You should cut out the milo from your milk.
Me: I’ve decided to cut out the peanut butter altogether.
Midwife: Peanut butter is fine! (Goes on to say something else… )
Me: Yeah but when I spoke with another diabetes midwife a few days ago I had a high reading too but I had THREE slices of bread with peanut butter instead of the two yesterday. So I’ve figured that it must be the peanut butter that’s causing the high readings.
Midwife: Oh you spoke with someone else???
Me: Yes.
Midwife: Well, maybe try cutting out milo from your milk then.
Me: I don’t drink milk. It’s only milo. (By this time, I’ve NO IDEA how many scoops of formula I’ve put into the bottle and decided to put just one more scoop, just in case and hope that Sunshine doesn’t have constipation.)
Midwife: Oh………….. Ok.. then cut out the peanut butter then.
Me: (That was what I’ve been trying to tell you!)
Me: Anyway, lunch was because I overate, therefore the high reading.
The conversation after this was just me reading out the recent 4 days of Blood Sugar Level readings to her.
Now I KNOW that the poor midwife was doing her job and honestly, I cannot wish for a better service from a public hospital. These dedicated midwives spend time educating and checking up on women with gestational diabetes. I do not know where else I can get this excellent service without having to pay through the nose and giving up my first born.
I am truly blessed to be so well taken care of by this team of people during not just this pregnancy but the first pregnancy as well. I’m highly impressed by the skills and dedication and friendliness of these midwives and the team of doctors in Australia.
Poor midwife just caught me in a bad mood. Well…. it’s kinda hard sometimes when you crave for a certain food and you can’t indulge because you have to watch your diet. My mummy went through this when she was pregnant with both me and Lulu as well.
She told me that she could only order coffee without milk or sugar when she was diagnosed with Gestational Diabetes and when the coffeeshop assistant gave her a spoon with the coffee, she snapped at him, “What’s the spoon for when there is nothing to stir? Take it back!”
Poor boy.
But I can understand how she must feel.
Because I feel it too. How I want to gobble all those chocolate! I want my fried stuff! I want to eat noodles!
6 more weeks, I get to hold my little boy.
6 more weeks, I get to eat yummy chinese herbal food.
6 more weeks, I won’t get bruised from the inside.
6 more weeks, I can see my tata again. (Err, I hope? It’s a wild jungle there!)
6 more weeks, I can kiss my knitting and sewing AND sleeping time goodbye.
Such mixed feelings.
Ok. Off to find things to nit-pick at.
