3 hour test day

So after being told that stress, as well as lack of sleep could also effect your numbers, Friday night I made sure to get as much rest as possible. The past few night have been restless (being prego and all....some nights are hard) I took a little medication to help me rest b/c my mind was already running and wouldn't calm down, worried about my test.

430am arrived Saturday morning and the alarm goes off. Time to get up and get out the door to be at the lab at 5am. I set the appointment as early as I could so that I wouldn't be as miserable and hungry later in the day.

I arrive at the lab with a line about 30 people deep waiting for the doors to open. Who the heck would be as crazy as me to get up at 430am to get blood drawn? These people are nuts. Ok I guess I am too.

So with a computer, crochet, a book and other items to keep me busy, I get settled in. I get called back just a few minutes later for my first blood draw. My fasting blood draw. Before leaving the house I tested and I was at 88. According to medical web sites (I forgot to ask my doctor Friday what the cut offs were for all 3 tests) I needed to be under 90. According to the home meter I was.

After the blood draw, I was given the dreaded liquid. This time I was instructed to drink it within 10 minutes and I had to drink it infront of the lab tech. No pressure or anything...last time I got to drink in the waiting room.

I finish within my time frame. This stuff is NASTY I tell you. You would think a sugar drink wouldn't be so bad but it's like having someone put a packet of splenda on the back of your throat with every swig. All I wanted was a small sip of water between each swig to wash the sugar mess down. I asked, and was declined. My lady was nice but I guess you can't have a lot of water. :(

I head back out to the waiting room in hopes that this drink would finish its trail down my esophagus. I returned the phone call back to my mother in law who wanted to see how things were going. Now about 15 minutes later I had to tell her that I needed to call her back as I wasn't feeling well and needed to concentrate on keeping my drink down.

Nope, just about 30 seconds later, water bottle in hand (to try and get this taste out of my hand) I bolted for the door, start pacing the walkway, and then it happened. Yup, the drink didn't agree with me and the plants got a sugary treat.

I had to embarrassingly tread back into the PACKED waiting room and tell the receptionist that I had just gotten sick and would be unable to complete my test today. They asked if I wanted another drink or if I wanted to come back. I quick said, I am going back home and going to bed.

Totally disappointed b/c throughout my whole 1st trimester I haven't gotten sick at all and what is the 1 thing that makes me sick, a glucose drink.

Hopefully at our doctors appointment next week I can convince the nurse and dr to let me retake the 1 hour test and promise to fast since that liquid didn't make me sick. Fingers crossed.