Today is the day. It’s my 28-week OB appointment… the evil one. The one I’ve been dreading since the very beginning. They’re going to draw blood — a lot of blood.
You see, I sometimes pass out when I have my blood drawn. Not always; usually only when the blood draw-er really stinks at it, or when the blood draw-er doesn’t believe me and take necessary precautions when I tell him or her that I’m prone to passing out, or both. I’ve had some horrible experiences, including waking up from a blood-drawing-induced fainting spell temporarily paralyzed.
Still, I try to keep a stiff upper lip. I don’t always pass out, so I focus on that. Maybe I won’t this time, either. Sometimes the person drawing the blood is competent and listens to me. So they let me lie down, and I just look away and sing a song in my head. If they’re good at it, I barely notice it. Sometimes I’m a champ.
Sometimes, like last time I got my blood drawn at the OB, they don’t listen. They don’t let me lie down. They don’t know how to find the really obvious vein in my arm, even though that’s their only job in the world. Sometimes, it’s a horrifying experience.
I’m really scared. But, I have sugary juice to drink beforehand, so maybe that will cheer me up?
(P.S. “You just wait until delivery” comments are not remotely encouraging or helpful. I know that will be awful, too. Let’s just please not talk about it!)