And Baby makes three Lee's: Valentines day and a visit to the doctor.

So failing the one hour glucose test isnt what I had in mind when I took the test a week ago. I was able to choke down the gross orange beverage and was ready to kick that test in the butt. I guess I wouldn't be so lucky with a failure phone call two days later and instructions to come in first thing for the three hour test. I was devastated. I was sure that I would pass as I have been doing VERY well on my weight and watching what I eat. I was also informed that I was anemic and needed iron pills but that was assumed since red meat isnt what I prefer right now being pregnant. I gathered all my instructions and prepared for the three hour first thing on Valentine's day.
I was instructed to fast for 12 hours so after an early dinner last night of steak, roasted potatoes and carrots with a glass of milk I was ready for a long night without food and drink. I wasnt loving the idea of being without but I was able to hold on. There is something about someone telling you that you cant have something that makes you want it more.
I arrived at the doctors office earlier than scheduled hoping to get started. We started a few minutes early with a first blood draw and then the dreaded drink of the lemon-lime variety. I choked it down in the three minute limit and prepared to get comfortable for the next hour wait. I was placed on the same floor as peds, so I was able to google over the babies and little kids that were coming in all dressed up for Valentines day. I nestled in with a book and started to drink plenty of water to rehydrate. (side note, when they said I couldnt have anything to drink, they should have said only water was an option for drinking - even more so with my veins). I made it through all of the pricks, hoping that I wouldnt get sick or feel sick from my blood sugar going all over the place and my stomach growling. It wasnt until the final prick that I was done and had to keep going with my un-pleasant day.
When you get to the 4th prick, you are done. Physically and mentally you are really ready for it to be over. You have listened to the 3 hours of patients that are in the doctors offices for well visits to the flu praying that you dont catch a thing. Thank the Lord I was sitting in the same seat the entire time and I packed some antibacterial hand wash for myself. I was prepared. When they called me in for the last time I was ready to check out. I thanked the lab tech as I walked in for being gentle and I started to sit down for the last prick. As she finished and pulled out the needle, I knew something was wrong.
Typically when I get blood drawn, my veins dont cooperate. If they do get blood out of them, they close up VERY quick after. Today was a little different. I have two veins that are usable for these types of draws. If you can get one on each side to cooperate (like we did today) it is a miracle. When the lab nurse pulled out the needle I noticed quite a bit more blood than normal coming out of my arm. I put pressure on it while she grabbed a bandaid and we prepared to switch gauze for the closure. As we switched WAY more blood was coming out of my arm than it should have been. Seeing the nurses face made me a little freaked out. She started asking me questions about aspirin and medications and I knew that it wasn't supposed to bleed like that. After holding my arm for a few minutes the bleeding just didn't stop. We nicked a vein. I was alright with it at first but I will admit my arm hurt. They instructed me to eat immediately and make sure that I rested the rest of the afternoon. That just wasn't in my schedule. I haven't been in the office more than 2 days in the last two weeks and I needed to get into the office and get ready for the week.
I finally did make it to the office after a trip to Verizon to get a new phone case, a stop at PotBelly for a sandwich and a 30 minute search for my badge. I might have called Mark crying like a baby since I couldnt find anything I needed and even though he was far away he was still able to cheer me up (as well as he convinced me to go to work for a surprise.) My day was much better after I went to work to see the flowers. Mark did a great job with the flowers and Paige was a wonderful date for dinner at the Rusty Bucket. Even though it was a bad start for the day, it was a good ending. Here are some pics of the day..