This is why...

This picture should explain why I dislike having my blood drawn. On the 4th attempt, and the 3rd nurse, they were able to get the minimum amount they needed. They had to be creative with location to get it out of me. That piece of cotton on my left wrist is where they finally got the blood from. 2 days later I recieved a call telling me that since my blood came out so slow it clotted, and they needed me to come in again. So not cool!

I have to explain the smile on my face though. It was this bloodwork that confirmed that I was expecting a baby! It made the whole process much more bearable!