The last few weeks of pregnancy have been interesting and uncomfortable. I am trying to just think about the finish line but feel like I am running up Heartbreak Hill for all of you Boston Marathon fans.
The worst part is my memory. I am usually so good with remembering things but it has gotten so bad that I swear I have probably used a whole tree worth of post it notes. Sorry little tree, I will try to plant something to make up for it.
Not only has the memory gone but my judgement is going. I am doing some stupid things. Just yesterday I stopped at the mailbox to get the mail. I pulled up to it still in my car because that is what I do and noticed that there was a small beehive under the mailbox. Now I know a few things: 1. This is something new that was not here a few days ago and 2. It is spring time so most likely there will be bees in it but yet I ignored all that I know and flicked it with my finger. Yep, this brillant pregnancy brain of mine decided I had to touch it and try to break it off.
I flicked it and nothing happened for about 2 seconds and then the noise of the bees could be heard. Luckily, my brillant brain bounced back and though gee, maybe I should close the windows & the sun roof so the bees don't get in. So that is what I did. I then crept the car away from the mailbox and pulled up into the driveway. I let hubby get the mail later that night.
When I told hubby about what I had done he just looked at me like who is this insane person and when will my wife be back. I know it was so stupid, who does that - well apparently me pregnant. There are so many little things like this that I cannot even remember them all but needed to share this one.