pregnancy hormones

This is your brain. This is my brain.

I didn't really believe in "pregnancy brain." I figured it must just be stress or fatigue. No way hormones can make swiss cheese out of an otherwise able mind.

I have come around and these are the facts:

exhibit 1) last month
Lizzy: "Do you get to have recess in highschool?"
Ariana: "I am afraid not. They don't have..." (blank, all blank, all words gone) "...those things that children play on with swings and slides and stuff."
Lizzy: "A playground?"
Ariana: "Yeah, playgrounds. Highschools don't have playgrounds."
Lizzy looked at me incredulously, only slightly less dissappointed in high school that she was now in me.

Other words that have slipped my mind:
Bronchi
Tortilla
Dresser

exhibit 2) last Wednesday morning
Derick: "Wasn't it Enrichment meeting last night?"
Ariana: "Aw crap!"
Blah, Blah, Blah. The conversation moves to the tasks of the day.
In the middle of my to do list...
Derick: "Don't you have a doctor's appointment at 1:30?"
Ariana: "Aw crap!"

Other appointments that have slipped my mind:
A mandatory work meeting
A birthday

exhibit 3) yesterday
noon:
Ariana: "What should we have with the pot roast?"
Derick: "I don't care."
Ariana: "I could make some biscuits."
Derick: " That sounds good, but they are a lot of work. We still have those refrigerated ones. They probably need used."

dinner:
Derick: "Where are the biscuits?"
Ariana: "Still in the refrigerator."

for my personal protection

It's always wonderful when your husband tells you he thought of you today and bought you something...

well...wonderful, until he hands you pepper spray. I suppose on some morbid level the gesture is still romantic.

I am sure that if I ever were actually confronted by a knife weilding psychopath, I would more likely spray myself in the eye, than effectively thwart any attempt to steal our precious baby.

Worse, I will probably never encounter said psychopath, forget I carry pepper spray, and attempt to board a plane someday. I can just see it now. Our toddler will be screaming from his stroller as his mother is tackled to the ground by three hefty security officers.


Thanks honey.