Why am I in mourning, you ask? Because the best college football team in the country went into what they knew would be an emotionally-charged game with their heads placed firmly in their @#$%@ (fannys). I am disappointed, but life goes on.
And go on life has since the last blog entry. As you may remember, last time I quickly discussed the gestational diabetes test my baby-momma was about to undergo. Tyf followed all the doctor's directions on drinking the super-sugary "tang" and followed some not so good directions from her husband on eating a turkey sandwich before the test. And failed it. She failed the one-hour diabetes test by a whopping 2 points. This anomaly was quickly blamed on the directions of said wayward husband and the 3-hour diabetes test was scheduled.
The 3-hour test was, for lack of a better word, a mess. Tyf, not wanting to throw off the test for a second time, made sure to fast for 12 hours before the appointment. This ensured that Tyf would get the best result from the test and that the 4 blood draws Tyf had to endure would cause nausea, vomiting, cold sweats, fainting, seizures, and a general crappiness. After the second blood draw, the lab techs decided that it would be in everyone's best interest to allow Tyf to stay where she was on the table and turned out the lights in 1 of only 3 rooms in the lab. The lab's appointment schedule was off by about 45 minutes by the time we left, but Tyf was able to leave under her own power, which is near miraculous.
Tyf refused to contact the doctor until after Halloween weekend so that she could enjoy the sugary holiday without guilt. We called this morning to get the results and, as I have been telling from the beginning, SHE DOES NOT HAVE GESTATIONAL DIABETES. So feel free to congratulate her, and keep those prayers and well wishes coming 'cause we only have about 3 months left.
Oh yeah, HOOK 'EM!!!
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