Oh, my god. I am so boring right now. I’m bored. I’m tired. I’m tired of being bored, and bored of being tired. I feel like my brain has shrunk, like all the synapses aren’t firing. I’m operating, cognitively, at what appears to be about 70%. Sometimes, not even that much.
I can’t remember the last time I had an interesting conversation with another person. My attention span has all but disappeared. Maybe this is why Facebook is so appealing to me right now; I only have to read tiny snippets of information about my friends, which is great, because even that is often too much for me to digest at one time.
I’m now in my last trimester. Somewhere around 29 weeks. 28? I can’t keep the weeks straight. But I do have an appointment with my OB on Thursday, and they always know. I also know they want to give me that nasty sweet drink for a gestational diabetes test and I don’t want to take it. I don’t know how long I’ll be in the office, but I have to close Thursday night, so I don’t want to spend my entire morning drinking this gross stuff and feeling naseated before spending the rest of my day at work.
My back hurts. My ribs hurt. It hurts to eat, to lie down, to stand up, and to sit. I can’t believe I have another three months of this. 10 weeks. 11 weeks. Whatever.