So I had to take the 3 hour gluclose tolerance test today. 3 hours, doesn't sound so bad. Ha! What 3 hours really means is 15.5 hours. I got to fast for 12 hours, get at the doctor's office at 8am, have my blood drawn. And then I got to drink more of my favorite liquid, and because of my orange allergy I had to drink 2 bottles of the nasty stuff. So I do this, 20 ounces in 3 minutes (they give you 10 but I just wanted it over with) and then wait for an hour to have more blood drawn. I wasn't allowed to eat or drink anything, including water. I was only allowed to take a few sips of water. I also wasn't allowed to leave. I could go outside on the bench if I needed some air, and that was it. So after 2nd round of blood was taken, I got to wait another hour and then do it again. And then I got to wait another hour and finally give a 4th blood sample. During all of this, I was slowly getting weaker and weaker. By the end I was struggling to walk and Gary had to help me out. I got home and ate a sandwich and then had to get ready for work. I got ready, and got to work just a couple minutes late. At this point I was still feeling incredibly weak and I tried to work but after about 20 minutes couldn't stand anymore. I went to the backroom to sit for a few minutes, hoping it would get better but it didn't. I then decided I had to leave. I called Gary and he's so amazing he came to take me home. I took a nap and ate a bagel and felt 1000 times better. I went back to work and finished out the night. I'm so glad it's behind me. Now I just have to wait a week for the results.
I think this would have been harder to do earlier in my pregnancy. The entire time Isabella was kicking and moving, reminding me why I was going through all of this trouble and it made it worth it.
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