I can now resume my eating of carbs and sugar.

I don't have the results yet, but I survived the 3 hour test, as we all knew I would.  Turns out I was misinformed on how those things go down.  You only have to drink that stuff once, not 3 times.  Thank goodness!  But it's stronger and sweeter than the stuff for the one hour, which was very obvious.  

One of my arms has better veins than the other for blood work, so I got stuck 4 times in my left arm.  On top of the blood draw from last week.  I'm sure it's going to look lovely tomorrow.  Not to mention the marks from the multiple band aids that were put on and ripped off.  

But besides the using of my arm as a pincushion, the experience wasn't all that bad.  Thankfully the doctor's office is pretty calm on Tuesday mornings, so there was never more than 3 people in the waiting room at a time, which is pretty rare for this office which has about 10 doctors and midwives total (not there all at once, obviously).  The only complaint I would have is that someone scheduled the aquarium maintenance to be performed this morning.  And that stunk!  I'm just glad I didn't smell it immediately after drinking that stuff and that I also wasn't newly pregnant.  I'm not sure I could have just sat there while the tank was being cleaned and water changed.  Didn't realize the funky smell that accompanies that procedure.  

Thankfully the book that I brought was entertaining which made the morning pass by relatively fast.  I would call it pretty similar to "The Devil Wears Prada".  Who knows if the movie will be similar to that one, but I liked that movie, so maybe this one has hope.  I got about 2/3 of the way through the book during my 3 hour stint in the waiting room and have since finished it this afternoon.  

One thing that I discovered during my time there was that Garrett is very well behaved when he accompanies me to my doctor visits.  There were some pretty wild kids that came through the doctor's office this morning.  So I now have much more of an appreciation for his ability to somehow maintain his self control while we're there.  I can't really say that of his time at home, but atleast at the doctor's office, he's able to reign in the craziness.  

Just today he came to me in the kitchen, put his shoes on and said "I need to go outside and pee in the grass".  To which I firmly told him no and directed him towards the bathroom.  To which he argued his point multiple times until he finally got that I wasn't letting him use our grass as a port a potty (not unless we're already out there, no special bathroom trips to the out-of-doors.  This isn't "Little House on the Prairie").  He also told his teacher that he did not like the sandwich that I sent for his lunch today.  Apparently it was discussed at length because she made a note of it on his paper that came home.  And she never does that.  I'm not sure what he didn't like about the ham sandwich with a little mustard, on wheat bread, cut into 4 squares, which he eats every. single. school day.  But apparently today it wasn't working for him.  It might have been because I wrapped it in plastic wrap rather than putting it in a sandwich bag because we were all out of them.  You know that plastic wrap, it totally changes the taste of a sandwich.