Wednesday. This was a rough one. Thank god for 9.5 hours sleep - I truly don’t know what would have happened to me otherwise. I ended the work day at 5:30 feeling so truly exhausted and drained that I was having trouble understanding it. I didn’t leave the house. I worked from home. Why so drained? Oh, right. I had 7 meetings to call into. Which is 7 too many.
My replacement, who is also now my new boss, started this week. (That’s not weird at all, right??) I spent a lot of time on calls the past few days walking him through various job functions and documents and projects etc. And there’s so much more to go through. I’m mentally exhausted.
Otherwise I tried to eat sorta-kinda lower carb and lower sugar because (drum roll please) tomorrow is 3-hour glucose test number two and dammit I wanna pass that thing. Slightly nervous about dinner, which was two bowls of stuffed pepper soup. Probably should have only had one bowl. So much rice. But also, I’m pregnant and hungry. 🤷🏻♀️ At this point it’s gonna be what it’s gonna be.
Getting blood drawn previous to this pregnancy has always been a source of very intense anxiety but it seems to be a lot better these days. I still get nervous, but at least no more passing out. Spending the first 3ish hours of my day at the doctor getting poked and prodded actually sounds preferable to another morning of work like this one, and I’m not sure what to make of that. I’m either getting much better about the doctor or work has gotten much, much worse. Who knows.
