Pizza and Frostys and Carbs, oh my!

I PASSED THE NO GOOD, AWFUL 3 HOUR BLOOD TEST!

Yep, after all that crazy prep and failure, I went on to get a call from my doctor yesterday afternoon that "everything looks normal". Well, that's a GIANT relief. I'm sure my doc thinks I'm a total crazy person since I almost cried in celebration on the phone with her. Oh well, I PASSED!

So, I know I said I'd blog throughout and I tried people, I did. However, I could not gain access to the Mercy Hospital wireless and to be honest I pretty much had to focus on not vomiting my brains out for the entire thing (Although, we will be trying to figure out that wireless thing before birth because otherwise I'm sure Jamie will go absolutely batty).

Here is a run down of the whole (terrible) experience.

7am: I walk into Mercy and get lost trying to find the area I'm supposed to be in. A patient practically yells at me while I'm on the phone trying to find directions.

7:15am: I check in, sit down and pray.

7:30am: A (very nice) nurse takes my "fasting" blood sample, asks if I fasted for the one the day before and says, "I bet that's why you failed it the first time". She then gives me double the orange gunk from the day before to down and stares at me while I take it down like a giant shot. I tell her I got sick yesterday and she tells me that if I puke today I have to come back tomorrow and start all over.

7:45am: While sitting in the waiting room, I start to feel ill. I move to another location to put my feet up on an end table and get scowled at by a nurse that walks by. I get the feeling they don't like me here.

8:15am: I'm in full out sick mode. I have my head down (trying to get it between my legs), I'm sweating and I'm eying the trash can like a war opponent. I will not give up.

8:35am: Another blood draw. The nurse is all smiles, which I appreciate. Maybe I won't die in here.

At this point I'm actually hopeful.

9:15am: I open my eyes and think I might be feeling better, so I take this moment to take a photo of my battle wounds as well as my pale, sick face. I look like poo because that's how I feel.

I really tried to make a "thumbs down" sign here.

9:35am: Another blood draw.

10:35am: The last blood draw was done by a "trainee" who was very nice but had to stick me 2x. By this time I don't even care but keep in mind I was stuck 5x in three hours...AHHHHhh....I'm done and I get out of there as fast as humanly possible to go get some sort of "protein loaded snack" that they recommend.

At this point I'm still feeling sick but I'm at least able to go home, eat something and get to work before my day is over. My doctor called at about 2:30pm to tell me the good news. So, how did I celebrate? Jamie and I went to Blue Moon and I devoured a chicken sandwich. Sounds healthy and non-celebrational you say? Well, I had cinnamon crunch cereal this morning and it was glorious. I also need to admit that I just had pizza for lunch. Ahhh... a life without regrets.

Moral of the story? If you are a prospective mother, I'd recommend asking your doc if you need to fast the first time. I didn't ask my OB a single question before the test, which was probably not a good plan. No, it wasn't the end of the world and I survived (and so will you) and I was fully prepared to accept either result (also not the end of the world). However, next time around I will probably schedule my first test early and fast so I can have a better chance of passing the first time. The three hour gig was just not fun and my arms currently make me look like a drug addict.

Happy eating!