Sweet Stuff...

So I crawled out of bed at 7am this morning and drove to the fertility clinic for my glucose tolerance test. I found the clinic to be much busier today. There were three couples and several women in the waiting room this time.  I couldn’t help but notice that I might have been the youngest person there. Oh, well.

It was time for my test. The nurse drew my blood to be my baseline blood sugar level. It was 97. Normal.

She then handed me this small sealed bottle and asked me to drink its contents as quickly as I can. I did so and found the drink to taste like very sweet, flat orange soda. I was told to come back in exactly 2 hours to get my blood drawn again.

So I worked out at the gym and returned like clockwork two hours later. I had a tube of blood drawn this time. I was told if it was abnormal the doctor would give me a call. Regardless, we will discuss the results at my next appointment the week after next.

I gotta say, I’m getting really good at not freaking out at the sight of a needle. I don’t even have to hold my mom’s hand anymore. Wow. Go me!!!