I went to the Women's Clinic yesterday morning for my appointment with the nurse. My main appointment will be on the 20th, but she just took my family and health histories, gave me an information packet, and sent me to the lab for blood work. This is the third time I've been to this particular lab for blood work, and I've never had any issues anywhere with having blood drawn.
The nurse poked my right arm but had trouble finding the vein. She poked around for a minute and finally got it, but the blood was coming out extremely slowly. She asked another nurse if she should switch arms, and he said it looked like the blood was sticking to the inside of my vein, so she probably should. She had filled one of the four vials, so she grabbed the other three and moved over to my left arm. She poked me again, and this time, it went a lot more quickly.
All of a sudden, I had a wave of nausea, which wasn't too unusual, although I hadn't been feeling sick so far that day. She asked how I was feeling and I told her I was ok but felt a little lightheaded. The lightheadedness got a little worse, and I felt like I wasn't able to speak very well. My vision started to tunnel and go dark, and the next thing I knew, there were two other nurses in front of me, one of whom was holding a pillow. They slid me down to the floor and dragged a chair over and put my feet up. One of the nurses grabbed some bottles of water or something from the fridge and put them on my neck.
After laying there for a few minutes, I felt a little better but was extremely hot. The nurse apparently got two vials out of my left arm, but they still needed one more. After a few more minutes, one of the other nurses got the last vial from my right arm. The first nurse said, "Well, at least you did all that with a sweet smile on your face!" It's good to know I'm pleasant when I try to lose consciousness.
I finally got to sit up and felt good enough to leave, but after I got to my car, I sat for a few minutes before trying to drive. :-) I called Mom on my way to Chick-Fil-A for some food, and she sent Dad over to check on me. He greeted me with, "You're not going to be this much fun for the next seven and a half months, are you?" I really do not want to be "delicate" during this prenancy! Hopefully Bean will get busy with growing and stop causing so much excitement.
