Oh, how I've dreaded this day.
I've dreaded it because not only am I nervous about the results, but I'm scared I won't complete it.
You see, this mama still gets morning sickness and it is the worst when I eat a late breakfast.
As I sit here and type this at 6 am, I still have until 9:30 before I can eat something.
Best part? I had to fast 12 hours before the test meaning that I haven't eaten since 7:30 (okay I snuck something at 8:00).
Really. Who in their right mind decided that this was okay for pregnant women?
Don't they understand we need food.
I'm eating for two now, and I can tell you that number one is freaking starving.
And number two is probably wondering what the heck is going on.
Although now that I think about it, I think she's number one now. :)
Wish me luck. Luck that I pass. Luck that I don't upchuck the drink they give me.
And luck that as soon as I leave the doctor I can find a heaping pile of pancakes, bacon and hash browns.
I'm not quite sure if I've ever looked forward to food so much in all my life.