Usually I am a complete twit about things like that. I can barely remember my own birthday let alone keep track of something like that. However, on that particular day, I remember feeling very proud of myself because I actually knew the correct answer to that question. So, I proudly lifted my chin up high and told her the date with confidence.
"Oh," said the nurse with some surprise, "So you are a little late right?"
My mind raced. What was this lady talking about? Am I late? I quickly did the math in my head. Yes. I was late. She was right. How could I have not known that? Am I losing my mind?
The answer was clear. No, I wasn't loosing my mind. I simply had become a complete and utter air head due to baby induced sleep deprivation. But still, how could I not have realized that I was that late? And more importantly what did that mean? The nurse sat there waiting for me to answer.
"Well," I said calmly to the nurse, "I am still breastfeeding. And you know, that can make you irregular." The nurse sat there looking at me calmly. "Yes," I continued, "I am sure that it just it. It must just be the fact that I am breastfeeding." Hmmm...Who was I trying to convince? The nurse or myself?