Food, Glorious FOOD!

So... I just had my 3 hour glucose test. IT SUCKED. For those who haven't had the honor of having one or will never have one... consider yourself LUCKY.

• So I had to "fast", completely as of midnight last night. But we went to bed at 10:45, so the last time I had water or anything was then.
• Woke up thirsty, keep in mind I'm still sniffly and coughing. Not fun. And brushing my teeth was about the most torturous thing in the world... I just wanted that handful of water for the purpose of swishing out the toothpaste to be for swallowing!
• And about the time it was to leave, I all of a sudden got a growly, hungry tummy. Probably like on fast Sundays when you know you can't eat and so your stomach growls even more than normal.
• Got to the office, had to wait for the lab technician to get there (20 minutes later than my scheduled appt time...).
• She took my blood first, to see where it was at a fasting level I guess. Then made me drink the nasty drink again. In this case, the third time is NOT a charm. And I did the fruit punch again, but this time it was not as cold and crisp as the last two times I've had it and made it even worse. Bleh.
• Took my blood an hour later, took it again an hour after that and then took it one more time an hour after that. ALL in the SAME arm, in the same area. After the first two we tried my other arm, but had no luck so we just had to stick the same poor little vein. It hates me right now.
• Also, the lady that took my blood luckily had a good starting point to go to because I had like this little dot scar on my arm from previous times of getting my blood taken so it was easy for her. But instead of pulling the needle out THEN putting the gauze on my arm to stop bleeding, she'd put the gauze on and apply pressure then take the needle out. It hurt more then going in. And it was EVERY TIME. I almost said something, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't have cared though.
• After 3 hours in there waiting and getting stuck and about 14 hours of no food or water... let me tell you, Popeye's never tasted so good after not being able to eat for so long. I sang the song in the title of the blog in my head as soon as I took that first crunchy bite of yummy chicken. mmmmm....

I guess I'll hear back Tues or Wed, but my 32 week appt is on Thurs- so I might have to wait until then. I'm a little anxious, but not totally worried about it. I get the feeling I might just be "borderline" if anything, which hopefully will be easy to control.

The kid is also finding new places to put himself... it's his legs or arms or something. Like right under my boob in the ribbage area. It's not super comfy either... especially when your torso is as short as mine. Can't wait to see what it's going to be like in the next couple of months as he gets bigger and bigger! Also, it's starting to be difficult to sit and to get up from sitting. I remember as a kid watching the Cosby show and watching Sondra being pregnant with "the twins" and thinking how silly it was to watch her fake sitting and standing up with such a big belly. I'm beginning to know what she was pretending to feel. Although, I don't think I'll ever make such an exaggerated effort as she did. But who knows, maybe there will be no avoiding it. I just hope I don't look ridiculous like she did.