u/lil_gingerale

“So you’re pregnant and have HG and can’t keep anything down, so you should eat every 3 hours so you don’t feel sick. Also you’re gonna take this test for gestational diabetes and you have to fast for 12 hours. You can’t have any water, but don’t get dehydrated because that’s dangerous and can cause contractions.

Oops, looks like you threw up the 100g of sugar we gave you for the test, so we are going to have to do at home glucose tests via finger pricks and fasting for 2 weeks. You can’t have your HG safe foods anymore because they mostly turn into sugar once digested. You need to take an antacid for your acid reflux, but you also have iron deficient anemia and antacids significantly block the absorption of iron. Milk is soothing for acid reflux symptoms. But remember the calcium in dairy also reduces iron absorption.

You should take your prenatals at night before bed since they make you sick, and should be taken with an orange for the vitamin c to help it break down. But remember citrus can spike your acid reflux, and you shouldn’t have sugar. Again no dairy as it will inhibit the iron absorption, but it can help soothe acid reflux.”

I just want this to be over 😭😭😭

I work remotely and we have a channel dedicated to informing our team if we need to step away. I cannot stand when people say this, like "I am leaving my station to perform a biological function 🤓” like get outta here with that, just say restroom (rr) or JUST brb. It just comes off a bit gross and TMI to me.

My mother remarried when I was 18, and I was super excited I got to be her maid of honor. We were and are still best friends.

My mom had rented a beautiful country venue on some farmland. We were upstairs getting ready, doing hair and makeup, when we get a knock on the bridal suite door. The pastor walks in and just wanted to clarify a few things, but then it hit us pretty quick.. *sniff* … what the hell is that smell? After his few questions, he leaves. The door shuts and me and my mom just stare at each other thinking the same thing - did the pastor just come into the bridal suite and fart??? We laugh it off in disbelief and just continue on with our getting ready.

We finish up and head out to see how the decorations are coming along. Upon opening the door, we are hit with the same smell but even stronger. Oh no, this is the main reception area. What is going on???

I find the groom and see if he knows anything. He said he was outside helping the catering unload when he thought he smelled a pipe that had burst somewhere on the property. I relay the info to my mom and we continue on. I watch as guests arrive, all of their sudden involuntary faces they made upon entering the venue as they too were hit with the smell. Everyone is just simply pretending it doesn’t exist.

The ceremony was beautiful and by then I was used to the smell, until it came time for the reception. The trays were laid out, and the foil taken off - the freaking smell. It was pulled pork that smelled like dirty diapers. We still didn’t know what it was emanating from, but some of our guests figured it out and didn’t say anything. (I wish they would have.) Some people ate, some didn’t, it was a big wedding with lots of guests so people were busy chatting anyway. The rest of the reception went great.

Several hours later when people were leaving, that’s when a family member or two decided to step up and tell us what was going on - the meat the caterers served was rancid. It suddenly clicked and we all started dreading if anyone was going to get sick. Fortunately no one reported getting sick. We were in disbelief that the caterer would actually SERVE something that could harm people.

After the reception, a good childhood friend of mine was helping dump the meat into garbage bags to throw away in the dumpster. A bag he was carrying split and it spilled on his arm, immediately causing him to go on a gagging spree. He ran to the bathroom and kept scrubbing with soap but the smell prevailed. He kept gagging on the ride home and we could not stop laughing.

The next day, my mom did however receive a very upset phone call from the venue owner that the whole place reeked, she explained the situation with the caterer and they let her off. My mom and I are able to look back and think about how thankful we are that no one got sick, and how funny it was thinking the pastor farted in the bridal suite.

What was your experience like? I live in Sachse and my OB is connected to this hospital, just curious if it’s worth the drive when the time comes.