That was 3 hours?

I survived the 3-hour glucose tolerance test and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Of course, I had really psyched myself up for it. Ever since I fainted when I found out I was pregnant with Stella I get really keyed up before having blood drawn. Maybe this will cure me from my anxiety?

We got there a little before 8am. I had my blood taken, drank the orange drink (bleh), and waited. R and I kept busy by playing Yahtzee and Bowling on my Ipod. I wasn't supposed to walk a lot so R took me on a wheelchair tour of the hospital. And we talked. I said I haven't booked a tour of the Birthing Center at the new hospital because I don't want to see babies in the nursery and even if I don't like the center I'm not about to change doctors again. R understood and said that's fine with him. I really liked everything about the hospital where Stella was born but the worst still happened. I'm not going to like this place. I'm not going to trust it. So as long as I know where to go when I need to go in; that's all I care about now.

By the end, I was incredibly hungry and thirsty and I still am even though I've had lunch, a cup of tea, some poptarts and abour 5 glasses of water. My arms are sore from being stuck so much and one woman was a little rough so I have a little bruise on one arm. And right now I have a huge headache and just want to crawl back into bed.

Maybe I will take a nap, and then vote, and then go rent a movie so I don't have to watch the endless election results on TV tonight. Keep your fingers crossed that I pass this test.