Last week's doctor appointment was atrocious. I mean, I'm finally at the correct weight and James is healthy, so it wasn't too horrible. But I talked with Dr. N about whether or not I should have blood work done to check for gestational diabetes. I told him I wanted to wait on it until the next appointment. The very next day he calls and says I need to come in ASAP for the blood work. I asked the nurse if I should eat or not and the she said I could eat if I wanted to, that they weren't doing the glucose test. Zac and I woke up early, picked up a coffee, and made it to Dr. N's office a bit early. As it turns out, not only did they want to do blood work, but to do the glucose screening drink-test as well, which tests for sugar levels that determine whether or not I have gestational diabetes. I was completely surprised and even informed them that I had a coffee because I was told there would be no glucose test this morning. Guess what? They had me drink the stuff anyway, knowing that I had the coffee. My results came back (duh) HIGH, so they scheduled me for a second glucose test, as well as blood test. Oh. My. Freaking. LORD. I have to go back Saturday to do it all over again "the right way". I really am starting to hate Dr. N.