Iron Tablets

Oh geez... I can't really explain how frustrated I have been over the last few days over iron tablets.

I had my glucose test Wednesday which meant they also checked me for anemia.

Here's what I will say about the glucose test... it really wasn't that big of a deal.  As someone who has had stomach tests done in the past (aka I've had to swallow barium), swallowed radioactive iodine, and been on the stupid low-iodine diet, drinking the glucose didn't bother me.  More than anything, the volume and time limit were difficult.

I passed my glucose test (cue sigh of relief).

But I'm anemic.  And that really wasn't a shock to me.  I tested anemic at my first appointment and have been taking special iron-laced prenatals ever since.  Plus, I've been REALLY tired.  I'm sure I have alluded to it a little on the blog, but for the most part I have tried my best to not complain too much.

When we were struggling to get pregnant and then forced to put baby plans on hold, I really struggled reading other women complain about their pregnancy symptoms.  Honestly, I still REALLY struggle hearing pregnant women complain.  I want to reach through the computer screen, grab them and yell, "You're so lucky to be pregnant!!  Stop complaining!!"  I know pregnancy isn't always comfortable and some women have it worse than others.  But all the aches and pains are so worth it.  This pregnancy and baby have been such a blessing and awakening for Phil and I.  So I do my best to not complain too much.

But I won't lie... I've been REALLY tired.  I knew it couldn't be normal pregnancy exhaustion.  It had to be thyroid/anemia related.

So I was kind of relieved when they called Thursday to tell me I was anemic and that they had sent in a prescription for some iron tablets.  I was ready to start taking them IMMEDIATELY since I knew that meant I would feel better soon-ish.

However, these iron pills are apparently like gold.  And they are more than impossible to get filled.  I've been running back and forth between pharmacies to try and get it filled.  I literally want to burst into tears.  I feel like they are holding these dang things hostage... my ticket to feeling better.

Cross your fingers I get my iron tablets soon.  Or I may cry.  Baby Janney wants his red blood cells.

Phil now understands why I stock-pile my thyroid pills.  I refuse to go a single day without one of those bad boys.