Well, last week Kyle and I went to the doctor for a baby appointment. Two weeks before-hand I had failed my one hour glucose test. My doctor thought it could've been a fluke, but nevertheless, I had to go back for the dreaded 3 hour test. As a girl with a phobia of needles, the thought of something being in my arm for 3-4 hours was just about the most awful experience I could imagine. Still, it had to be done, so done it was. Here's how the day went. We went in at 7:30, and they stuck a device in my arm and drew a vial of blood from it. They handed me a small bottle of lemon-lime sugar drink to down in 5 minutes or less. Now, I was there on a completely empty stomach, the drink was TERRIBLE, and I immediately started feeling queasy. I drank it down and the lady showed me and Kyle to a secret waiting room where we could watch TV and wait out the next three hours. The first hour was the WORST ever! I was nauseated, dizzy, ...
"...as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." Joshua 24:15