1. Had a great time with my Aunt, Uncle, and their kids.
2. Yoga kicked my butt in the best way possible.
3. I went like, two days without complaining. It's a new thing I'm doing for a class where we try not to complain for 21 days straight. Super hard, but super worth it.
Well, my wife's test came back and her glucose was two points too high. So, she gets to spend part of her spring break sitting in the doctor's office while drinking that nasty stuff, getting her blood drawn, and being bored. I have so much respect for her.
I know some of you have already gone through it, but for those of you who don't know the joy you feel when your blood sugar is too high: You get to fast for twenty four hours before going in. As an added bonus, my wife is pregnant, so she gets sick when she doesn't eat. Then, you get to drink liquid sugar with a hint of flavoring (Mmm, Mmm, good). Then, you get your blood drawn (think every hour on the hour) for the next three hours. During that time, you can't leave the office, because you blood must be drawn at very specific times and if you leave, you might not make it back in time to get your blood drawn at the right time. The office closes at four or five, so my wife can't do it on a normal day, because she teaches school, so she gets to go in on her spring break. I also think that if you throw the drink up the test has to be done, which, because my wife is pregnant, is a virtual certainty.
On a related note, I've been thinking about how much my wife, and women in general, give to pregnancy. Don't get me wrong, us dad's give a lot. And, more and more, we are becoming involved in the pregnancy (not just the conception), which I am very much for. We go to check-ups, we go to birthing classes, we help get the house together, we worry about finances, and we even help out in the delivery room. But even with all of this, we cannot possibly understand the sacrifices that our wives make. I'll never get diabetes because my wife is pregnant. If I get heavier and my body is forever changed it has nothing to do with the pregnancy (unless you count stress, but I could find another outlet than food). I've never heard of the man dying because of complications during child birth. Women are "all in" when it comes to pregnancy in a way that we simply cannot fathom. And I love my wife for that. Before we "pulled the goalie" we discussed all of this. We discussed what having a baby would/might mean for her, and there was no hesitation on her end. She wanted to be a mommy, so long as I'd stand by her in that. Now, I'd like to think that I've had some selfless moments in my life, but nothing I'll ever do will equal what my wife is doing right now. Thanks babe. You're my hero.
Have a nice day.