Traffic was bad… and I’m so not used to driving in it. So I got here a little late. I haven’t had anything to eat since about 10pm. My dinner? Corn on the cob, chicken parmesan pasta, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and a glass of milk. Don’t judge.
I just finished chugging this:
That’s 10 ounces of syrupy orange deliciousness! (Not really) But at least it was cold. I’ll have the orange cold every day of the week over warm lime. Even so, I thought I was gonna barf on the last sip.
They’ve already drawn my blood once for my fasting level…. and now I wait an hour for them to draw my blood again. I’ll actually get my blood drawn 3 more times. It won’t be until 12:30 that I can eat.
While I’m here, I get a growth scan today! Yay! That means I get to see my baby. And we’ll get to see exactly how big he is.
It’s been an emotional week. One that has me a little concerned about my mental state. Sometimes I feel like I don’t know if I can do this. Other times, I’m ok.
So, the goal right now is to pass this test and get through today! Here goes nothing!