My brain is absolutely detached from my body these days. Last night, whilst cooking up a delicious frittata, I spent about 10 minutes searching high and low in all my cabinets and in every corner of my counter space looking for the pepper mill. I patiently waited until loving hubs came home so he could help me look.When he walked in the door, I begged him to immediately help me find said pepper mill so I could continue cooking dinner. He looked at me like I had four heads. The pepper mill was literally sitting right in front of me, next to the mixing bowl I was using. Ooooh my. I was prepared to have my body taken over by Little One, but I was not prepared to have my brain power taken away as well. I truly thought "pregnancy brain" was just a myth.
In light of the fact that I have little to no brain cells left, I shall provide a few other anecdotes for your amusement in the very fashionable bullet point format. Here goes:
- A few weeks ago at church, we decided to sit downstairs. We normally sit in the balcony-- it's where the younger, hipper crowd (who still like traditional hymns played in their worship service) sit. The downstairs is reserved for what I call "lifers." They've been members longer than my parents have been alive. You run the risk of sitting in some one's "seat" when you sit downstairs. I was reminded of this fact when an elderly gentleman told me I had taken his friends seat and he WOULDN'T LET.IT.GO. Rather than politely scooting down to make room for his friend, I instead burst into tears, grabbed my husband's hand and dragged him up to the balcony where we were "more welcome". As I was sobbing hysterically, I screamed at anyone who would listen, "And you wonder why you can't get more young people to join this church!" And then I refused to give of my tithes and offerings that week. I gave it next week, please don't think I am that vain, but at the time, I cried the entire service and was convinced if I wasn't good enough to have a seat downstairs then this church didn't need our money. Talk about embarrassment.
- Please say a prayer for my husband. Just recapping this account makes me feel so, so sorry for him.
- Yesterday, I had the most bizarre cravings...I mixed pineapple juice with 7up...and then I poured maple syrup all over my eggs. And it was AMAZING. Although today, the thought of it makes me want to puke. Oh well.
- A "good night's sleep" has gone the way of the dodo bird. I wake up about 14 times a night for one reason or the other. I tell you all this because you should feel very, very sorry for loving hubs. Because when I am up, he wakes up. And when he wakes up, I assume he wants to hear all about what is currently bothering me, or what the baby is doing or my long list of hopes and dreams and wants and needs. I can assuredly tell you he does NOT want to hear these things at 3 in the morning. I still don't understand why.
- The nursery is almost done! There is a lot of orange and aqua going on and I LOVE it. You all should come visit and check it out. Or I could just dig out my camera and post some pictures. Here are some sneak peeks...I will have to post the finished product once it is complete!
Mr. owl, the crib and orange and white striped bedding
A vintage globe I found at an antique store. Hank is checking it out.
This is the mobile I made...if you look closely you can see the paint swatch of aqua we chose for the walls.
2 comments:
The church story makes me so sad (and mad). It was one of my biggest frustrations while we were there. Sorry he was Grumps MaGee to you. :( In more exciting news, the nursery sneak peeks look INCREDIBLE! What a great room. Next time we're in town we'd love to see it (and you)!
I wish you would have (still could) made this a prego blog. You know you have many hilarious stories to tell about your experience! And many more to come once Baby is here! Reconsider please:)
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