Pregnancy Report

Being pregnant is easily the craziest thing I have ever done. Just tonight (about 3min ago) I realized I was super hungry and since I'd been up for about an hour, I made myself some food. I walked away with a bowl of cereal, a PB&J (grape), Root Beer Float, Cheese Cubes and Water. I wanted ice water but we had no ice. Overly emotional crazy me teared up at this realization and nearly cried over my no ice status. I was too distraught to actually fill the ice tray with water and make ice. I bet tomorrow morning I have a repeat performance.

I must say one of the most frustrating things for me about being pregnant isn't the decreased range of motion, the insane desire to clean things, frequent potty breaks, emotional outbursts (see above) or the sleeplessness and feeling tired at the same time. No, it is the 'pregnancy brain.' Anyone that knows me knows how I feel about having things repeated to me, or me having to repeat myself. (Sorry Econ students, I had to be the worst teacher EVER!) So lately when I find myself telling Josh that same story five times, I just want to kick myself. I can never remember who I have told something, so I may end up repeating the same fact or information to one person three times and never tell the other person I was supposed to tell. Then there are times where I swear I ask Josh the same questions four or five times in the same week, and my brain gets slightly angry when he answers because I know I've heard it before but I just can't remember.

My typical response would be anger but I've learned to just laugh at myself. God sure did find a funny way to teach me patience. I thought it would be after the baby was born, but I guess I needed some preparation and I've getting a healthy dose of 'laugh at yourself daily' before he arrives. Hopefully when I do eventually lock myself out of the house, or lock my keys in the car (I have 'tried' to do both of these things at least once a week), I will have the knowledge to just laugh and move on. It has been kind of fun to just laugh at myself instead of getting angry and has made life so much more fun.

I don't know how my dear husband hasn't had me committed to a mental hospital at this point with all the fun and crazy stories he gets to hear about my day. I love that we laugh now more then ever in our marriage and I hope it is something we never lose :)

And in the end, no amount of crazy forgetfulness would ever make we want to give up my son. I may not have met him yet but I love him so much! He is easily the best gift I have ever been given.