I hate needles

I had to go have some blood drawn this week as part of the preliminary prenatal testing. I have never had this done before because I am extremely afraid of needles and being "stabbed". I have never been able to donate blood for the same reason. So, needless to say I am very nervous and chatty, etc. The actual procedure was not that bad (I was turned the opposite way the entire time) and the technician did a good job, but as soon as I got out to the parking lot, the floodgates opened. Must be those dang hormones. I promptly called my mother to ask if there was some sort of needle trauma when I was little that I should know about. She replied "No, I don't think so, I don't think you were the one who tried to climb out of the doctor's office window". Yep, that was me. I remember it vividly, I was 17. That's right, not 7, 17. Told you I hated needles.