I swear it is.
At my last OB appointment, I was told that it was that special time in my pregnancy to test for gestational diabetes. The nurse gave me a bottle of a very sugary fruit drink and told me to drink it sometime within the next two weeks and come in for a blood draw. She got out a calendar and showed me the days the office would be closed, and told me I could pick any other day to do it.
She reminded me that the doctor's office is open Mondays through Thursdays, but would be closed Memorial Day and the Monday before Memorial Day while the doctor was visiting family in California.
I wrote down her instructions and left.
Well, I decided that since I would have to be in Provo to do this test, I should meet up with my old roommate and go to lunch with her afterward. No problem, right? And Michelle was totally game.
So we made plans. For today. Today is Friday.
I drank that gross drink this morning--and it nearly made me sick. Then I drove into Provo to get my blood drawn and meet up with Michelle.
It wasn't until I got to my (closed) doctor's office that I realized what a fool I had been.
I KNEW the office was closed. I KNEW it. I wrote it down. It was written in my little planner. And on the bottle of grossness. It was in my brain.
Except, it was like that little wrinkle that gets created in your brain when you learn something got hit with a dose of anti-wrinkle cream and got completely erased. As if it had never been.
So, I'll have to do this all over again next week. (Minus the forgetfulness. Hopefully.)
C'mon brain. Let's pick up the pace a little bit. No more of these dumb mistakes/memory lapses.
3 comments:
You're not alone. Pregnancy brain is 100% for real! Things I used to NEVER forget slip my mind all the time. I too got to drink that yummy stuff twice this pregnancy, except the doctor required me to do the test twice. I actually kinda like that stuff. But pregnancy tends to bring out the sweet tooth in me.
And the worst part is you have to drink that horrid stuff again! I remember with Tyler I begged not to drink that and so the midwife let me just eat french toast with lots of syrup instead. I don't think she was suppose to though.
Ahh...the days with a belly and no brain!
On days like that I would come home to find that I put the milk in the cupboard and the cereal in the fridge. Coming home to that after work was not at all pleasant.
I would also struggle to bend over to tie my shoes (or just put them on) and then think to myself, "What else can I do while I'm down here?" Sometimes I would look around for other things to do and forget why I was down there in the first place!
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