I'm a survivor.

I did it. I made it through the dreaded three-hour glucose test this morning. High five.

Not going to lie, I was terrified. I heard several horror stories about people throwing up and passing out and having to do it all over again because they couldn't keep the "syrup" down. The idea of fasting, downing WAY too much sugar in a five minute period, and then having my blood taken 4 times was NOT appealing. But I survived, and got through the test.

Here's the story, in case any of my pregnant friends out there are as scared/nervous as I was: 

It wasn't that terrible. I was surprised at how hungry I was when I woke up at 7, since I only had to fast from midnight on, and had eaten right before midnight. We got there, I got my blood drawn, and downed the 100 grams of sugar in the form of "fruit punch." It wasn't like trying to drink maple syrup, like i'd heard. It was just like over-sugary kool-aid. 

About 20 minutes later, I felt desperate to just have a sip of water. Mark went to go ask the nurse if I could, and of course the nurse said I couldn't. I started panicking as I got more and more nauseous, and the cold sweat came on. Mark came in handy at this point--he helped me prop my legs up on his lap, started playing Turbo on the iPad, and had me focus on watching it, while he pushed into the buttons on my sea sickness wrist bands. 

Next thing I knew, an hour passed, and I was getting my blood drawn again. They saw how rough I looked, and offered to have me go to a private room to lay down. Yes. 

Second hour was a little better, but the little guy was definitely on a sugar high. He wouldn't stop kicking me, which did nothing to help my dizzyness. But oh well. 

Blood drawn again. Third hour I could feel my energy starting to come back. Blood drawn again, and it was over. And you better believe I made Mark take me to go get some well-deserved fried chicken from Raising Cane's. 

But overall, not as horrendous as I expected. It actually went by super fast, thanks to Turbo and The Man Who Knew Too Little. And it was so comforting to have Mark there with me for support. I've felt pretty off today, but that's to be expected after having that much glucose pumped into your system. 

I'm nervous to find out what the results are-- they call me tomorrow. Praying that I don't have Gestational Diabetes, but if I do, I know that it's in the Lord's hands and everything will be okay. Either way, I just need to take care of my body so it takes care of my baby.

We've toured hospitals, and have decided where we're going to deliver. I have to admit, it's weird to think I have been in the room where I will give birth to a human. Ha. But it's also comforting.

My belly button is officially an outie, my belly is massive, my back always hurts, I pee at least 5 times every night, acid reflux is awesome, and he kicks me ALL the time. And I am so, so happy.