BOOM...I was out.

Ohh..the wonderful joy of hiccups in-utero. I have just now recently understood what those rhythmic jolts are in my tummy. My little one gets hiccups almost every time I eat. I keep wondering, is this normal? Sometimes, they will last almost up to 20 minutes, and it seems as if she is getting frustrated with them because she'll kick and stab at the sides of my tummy. Poor thing. I just want to reach in there and tell her everything will be fine. I told David once that I wish I could have a little window so I could watch her everyday.

Well, I have a few updates since I have abandoned my blog lately. I had my 3 hour glucose test Tuesday since I failed the 1 hour. That was literally one of the worst days of my life. First off, having to sit in the waiting area for 3 hours was torture in its own way. Secondly, having your blood drawn 4 times in 3 hours was horrific enough. Thirdly, passing out... Let me explain:


I went in that morning with high spirits and feeling fine! I was sad I couldn't eat breakfast, but I wasn't going to let that ruin my day. I tried not to think about that bagel waiting for me at Brueggars...it was very hard. After arriving, they took my first blood draw. I hate HATE getting my blood drawn, but it was over and done with in a few seconds. I drank the nasty sugary thing they call a drink and was on my way to see the doctor. Everything was going great! I knew as soon as this appointment was over, I could just sleep and relax for the rest of the day. After my quick OB appointment, I went back to the waiting room to wait on the next blood draw. I brought a movie on my laptop, and I was just hoping the 3 hours would fly by. After about 20 minutes into the movie, I was extremely exhausted, had the worst headache, and could hardly stop shaking. I could barely concentrate on the movie. However, I made it through the first hour and had a 2nd blood draw in the same arm. OUCH. I thought, "ok, this isn't too bad...only 2 more hours and I'll be home free. The 3rd blood draw came and went. By this time, I was feeling very crappy and just wanted to sleep. I was preparing for my final blood draw and thinking about lunch. By this time, I hadn't had food in over 12 hours. Other than the extreme amount of sugar forced into my body. I went in to the last blood draw, and the nurse said, "oh poor thing, your veins are so collapsed." I just thought to myself, just get the darn thing over with. She stuck me and I was waiting for her to be done and the minutes were passing. The blood was coming so slowly she had to keep maneuvering the needle to make it go faster...OUCH. I was focused on the clock and watching the minutes and seconds pass by. She was still going. My feet started shaking, my head starting hurting, and I was getting very anxious. All of the sudden I said, "I am getting very dizzy." Needle was still in my arm. It seemed like hours had passed by. Then, BOOM. I was out. The next thing I know I was laying in one of the exam rooms with the nurses trying to get me to drink water and eat crackers. They were still trying to get the last blood draw, but it was clotting so they were taking it out of a vein in my hand.

Only one word can describe that day...HELL.

I called David and told him he might need to come by and pick me up since I probably couldn't drive home. By that time, they had taken several blood pressure readings and they were extremely high. Within 5 minutes, I was hooked up to the stress test machine to check on the little one. Of course, she was never phased by any of it. My strong little baby. I was miserable. The last thing I could remember thinking about was just finishing the draw and meeting David for lunch. I was starving. But instead, my body decided it needed to go crazy again.

Thank the LORD I don't have to repeat that test. Low and behold, the test came back normal. However, it was a very horrific experience. I might change my mind when labor comes around...but until then, I can say I never want to go through that again.