Pregnancy Brain

Have you ever heard of women telling stories about their “pregnancy brain” moments?

I’m here to tell you that this is real stuff. It actually happens.

Here is my proof:

#1. Last Monday morning I woke up and poured myself a glass of water and a bowl of cereal. I reached in the refrigerator and pulled out the milk. Before I could stop myself, the milk that was supposed to go into my yummy bowl of cereal ended up in my glass of water. I was conscious of all I was doing, but I have NO idea what I was thinking. Needless to say, I ruined a glass of water and wasted fresh milk.

#2. Last week we were under a boil order for a few days. I boiled some water to put in the refrigerator to drink (boiled water really does not taste that great). When the pot of water had cooled a bit, I grabbed a jar to put it in. I asked my hubby to do the pouring because I’m clumsy and didn’t want to spill hot water all over my belly. He started to put the water in the jar as I reached out to hold the jar steady. He immediately stopped, looked at me with a look of pure bewilderment and said, “What are you doing?”. I replied “I was trying to keep the jar from moving.” Logically, I made a stupid move and my husband was very aware of that. I had just asked him to poor the water because it was so hot then I proceeded to stick my hand under the stream to save a bit of spilling water. How ridiculous.

After he finished pouring, I told him the look on his face uttered the words “you idiot” as he asked me what I was doing. I started laughing SO hard I could barely contain myself. If you knew my husband, you’d see how funny this situation really was. He would never call me a rude name even if it was exactly how I was acting at the time. We stood there in the kitchen and laughed for at least 10 minutes. That night, one of us would start giggling (it was usually me) as we remembered the incident.

 

The truth is, I really don’t think these two scenarios (among many more I haven’t listed) are results of my “pregnancy brain”. I’m kind of forgetful and air-headed even without a growing baby inside of me; but, it’s nice to blame the “pregnancy brain” while I can, right?

7 Month Update!

Week 27!

7 Months!

Hello 3rd Trimester!

I can’t believe we are already entering the 3rd trimester! How exciting! Just 3 more months until we get to meet our precious child. I have a feeling those 3 months are going to fly by!

I’ve read many different articles and personal stories about many women in the second trimester and how energized they feel…yeah, that didn’t happen for me! I felt so drained the whole trimester! I average at least 8 hours of sleep, probably closer to 9, a night and I still feel like I need a nap most afternoons! I’m hoping I’ll have an abnormal third trimester and my energy levels will spike! That’d be nice.

I have made it more of a priority to exercise at least five days a week and I have seen a huge difference in both my motivation and attitude (I’m sure my husband appreciates both of those improvements!). I have felt more on task since making this a priority. Exercising definitely helps me feel more confident in my “growing” body, too.

My cravings lately have been on the sweeter side. I’ve really been trying to curb them with yummy fresh fruit. Most of the time it works; however, cinnamon rolls often sound quite delectable. It’s a good thing I have to eat a gluten free diet or else it would be way too easy to give in to my sweet temptations! I’ve also been craving milk, cheese, and yogurt. These I have to take in very small portions because of my sensitivity to dairy products. I usually opt for Silk yogurt (made from Soy milk), but there is no substitute for fresh dairy milk!

I’m so very thankful for my husband and his often reminders of his love, appreciation, and affection for me. It’s just so nice to hear “I love you,” “I appreciate you,” or “You’re beautiful,” when pregnancy hormones throw you for a loop and you feel like you are on the verge of crying for no reason. I love the unexpected smiles and laughter he so often brings to my days. He is one fine man; I am one lucky girl.

Speaking of crying for no reason, yesterday the source of my tears was accidentally drying a maternity top that I knew was going to shrink if I did so. As I put it in the wash I mentally told myself “Pull this out to hang dry when it’s finished.” Well, my pregnancy brain forgot and I dried it in the dryer. Whoa mama, bring on the tears. Really? Come on. Who cares? Me. Apparently I do. I’m a goon.

Baby’s kicks and turns are absolutely noticeable now. I love watching my belly move from his/her turns, kicks, and punches. Each movement I feel is such a blessed reminder of God’s impeccable timing and provision. I love this sweet child so much; I can’t even imagine the first time I’ll hold him/her in my arms. I don’t think I’ll be able to contain my joy!

“You’re Hot”

I am married to a good, good man.

Today, on our way to the dentist, my husband was driving while I nonchalantly looked out the window with my mind wrapped around the dozens of thoughts that captured my attention. I glanced over at him and he said to me,out of the blue, “You’re hot.”

I honestly didn’t know how to respond. I think I giggled and said thanks, but my mind instantly thought, “Sure, as I’m on my way to mom jeans, milk stains, and postpartum craziness, I’m real hot. 

It was a hard compliment for me to accept.

I mean, come on. I’m to the point where buttoning non-maternity jeans is absolutely positively impossible, every time I bend over I get a crick in my back, I feel like at any given moment I could lose my balance and fall flat on my face due to the extra 13 pounds I’m carrying directly out in front of me (I seriously think half of my 13 pound weight gain is in my chest alone…will the growing ever come to an end? Good grief!), each time I bend down and stand up I grunt, and getting out of bed requires my husbands assistance. Real hot, huh?

Just thinking about this makes me giggle.

There are days I seriously feel like a frumpy freak that doesn’t have energy to even walk to the bathroom and back, and there are days I actually do feel productive, useful, and (dare I say?) pretty. Today was a day I felt pretty. But to receive the complement “you’re hot”? No, I wasn’t feeling THAT good!

When we were first married, my husband made it very clear to me that he would never say something to flatter me. If I received a compliment from him, it was because he absolutely believed the words he said. He told me he would never say to me something he did not believe was true.

So, when he looks at me and says, “You’re hot,” he absolutely believes I’m hot.

If my husband believes I’m hot, that’s all I need.

Well, that isn’t all I need. I need Jesus. I need Jesus real bad…and water. Oh, and I need food…and maybe a place to live. Okay, I need a lot of different things.

Nevertheless, my husband thinks I’m hot, and that’s good enough for me.