Doh!

A guy at work came over to my cubicle the other day to let me know the following:

"Dave is a smarter man than I am so you might not encounter this. But, if he tells you that you're doing something strange or maybe that the things you're saying/doing aren't making sense, just trust him. Please don't get mad at him because he's probably right and you'd never be able to recognize it yourself."

Thank you, sir, for that fantastic unsolicited advice. NOT!


I guess it's true that my brain's been a little weird lately. Pregnancy Brain, I guess.

On Tuesday, I freaked out when I went to get some chocolate milk only to find that the container was opened and obviously had some milk missing. I accused David of drinking my milk. When he denied doing it, I asked if Meijer would take it back because apparently the $2 that we spent on it was worth standing in the customer service line at Meijer. I was sulking because I wanted some chocolate milk and David was searching through the old plastic bags to see if he could find the receipt while asking me over and over, "Are you sure you didn't drink some already?" After him asking it about 5 times, it occurred to me that I might have opened it on Sunday as soon as we got home from the store and chugged some right from the jug. Hehe. Ooops.

I did the same thing with the grape juice last weekend except I'm still certain that he's the one who opened it first. Apparently I'm not the only one with Pregnancy Brain.

About twice a week I feel like I have Alzheimer's.  When it's my turn to drive to work, I pick David up from his building and then the conversation goes a little something like this: 

Me: How was your day?
David: Eh, fine.
(two minutes of chitchat or listening to The Jason Ellis Show)
Me: How was your day?
David: The same way it was two minutes ago.
Me: Hmm...I didn't realize I actually asked. I thought I just thought it.

You know what, though? That's what he gets for not really telling me about his day. His answer is completely unmemorable. I need some details!

And then there's the coordination problems I've been having. On numerous occasions-- multiple times per day-- I go to take a drink from my water bottle (lucky it's just water!) and spill it down my chest. It's like my arm has forgotten how far away my face is! I'm convinced that it's actually my bigger belly and boobs that are confusing my arm.

On the bright side, my hand-to-mouth antics have made Laika a very happy dog. I also tend to miss my mouth when I'm eating dinner so she's figured out that she doesn't have to get in trouble for begging anymore. She can just lay under me and pick up my scraps. Smart dog.