Speaking of sweet, today was the dreaded gestational diabetes screen... No food or drink for 12 hours, come in, get poked once, chug-a-lug a bottle of glucose (i.e. straight syrup), wait an hour, get poked again, wait another hour, get poked again. Meanwhile, try not to pass out from the lack of food and water, the intense sugar rush, and the ridiculous amount of needles and blood draws. I am terrible with needles and getting my blood drawn. My heart rate drops significantly when I’m poked, and I avoid it at all costs. Basically, I’m a baby. So I was dreading today - big time.
When it was all said and done, I had worked myself up for no reason. My phlebotomist was super sweet and incredibly gentle. Thankfully I have good veins, so I was only poked the necessary three times. The drink was nothing I would order on a girls’ night out by any means, but it wasn’t nearly as gross as I had been told to expect. The worst aspect of the experience? The painful skin irritation caused by the surgical tape that held the cotton balls down after the three pokes. Well, that and not being able to have my morning coffee until I had been awake for five hours.
JOB UPDATE: Jay had a fabulously positive interview on Wednesday for a job at which he would truly excel and enjoy. We are of course trying not to get our hopes up, but the man really liked Jay, and told him he would get back to us as soon as possible - within the week at the latest.
Thank you all for your prayers and/or positive thoughts. We truly appreciate and love all of you!