I had my glucose tolerance test this morning and it wasn't quite as bad as I imagined thanks to your support.
Last night I ate a snack before bed in an attempt to keep from being so hungry this morning. Unfortunately, I tend to have weird dreams if I eat right before bed. All night I had dreams about how horrible the test was going to be. At one point I dreamt that they sewed my eyelids shut before drawing my blood so I wouldn't see what they were doing! It was nasty because I could feel the needle and thread going through my eyeball. Ew!!!
Thankfully it wasn't as bad as my dreams. They had to draw my blood a total of 4 times. The first lady was great and it didn't hurt at all. The second lady hurt me a LOT by digging around trying to find my vein. The third time it was drawn by the first lady and didn't hurt at all. The last time was the guy who drew my blood last week. He kept feeling my arm trying to find a vein. When it became obvious he didn't feel confident in finding one, I asked him to have someone else to do it. I felt bad, like I was telling him he didn't know how to do his job. However, it wasn't worth having him probe around my arm looking for a vein. He got another lady to do it and she was great. Hopefully I will only end up with one bad bruise out of the ordeal.
15 hours is a long time for a pregnant lady to go without food. So, as soon as I left the lab I went to my favorite little coffee shop where I bought two sandwiches and a decaf white mocha. I still feel like I could eat an entire Christmas dinner by myself, though.