Wish me luck. Thanks Boogie.
I'm not sure why little A stands at the front door with crossed fingers on a regular basis, but maybe today he's wishing me luck. After failing the one-hour glucose test (a pregnancy thing for testing for gestational diabetes), I'm going in this morning for the three-hour. Good times.
I know the multiple blood draws will be a pain, but honestly, I'm a little giddy that I will have three hours of forced alone time at the doctor's office. I'm not sure that's happened in the past three years. I'm hoping to finish my book from March. Two and a half months later but whatever.
So, wish me luck!