Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Pregnancy Brain

I haven't blogged too much about being pregnant. Mostly, I don't want to bore everyone. But today I'm going to make an exception. Just this once.

While I'm pregnant I do my best to have a well-balanced thought life. In other words, I try very hard not to get so focused on being pregnant that I can't think about or talk about anything else. Still, when all this weird stuff is happening to your body, sometimes it's hard not to have a one-track mind.

This week has been especially bad. I realized I've started NESTING.

Which means: I have these wild spurts of energy where I attempt to clean the entire house.

If anyone has been following this blog for awhile, you know that's not normal.

And I've been making lists. Lists, lists, and more lists.

More concerning, perhaps, is that I've had spells of DINNER FAIL.

Which means: I've been messing up dinners. Big time. One night the turkey soup never cooked.  And then tonight I destroyed a perfectly good lasagna that I'd slaved over.

Thankfully, we had bread.

This is also not normal. I can usually put at least edible food on the table for my family. But lately I've been scatter-brained beyond my normal scatter-brainedness.

Besides that, I've also experienced STORY FAIL. Today I tried to work on another Story-a-Week while my two-year-old was napping, and for the first time in 33 stories, I looked at the thing and thought, "This is totally and completely a waste of space."

Usually I can salvage something from my first draft of a Story-a-Week. But this? Makes me afraid to ever touch my WiP again.

Thankfully, physically, I'm feeling great. Sure, I'm tired. But I really have nothing to complain about. Besides the first four months of nausea, this pregnancy has been smooth sailing. And if the kicks and punches I'm getting from this baby all day are any indication, I'm about to give birth to the next Olympic champion kick boxer. Which my doctor tells me is a good sign.

As of tomorrow (the 15th) I'm one month away from D-day. And with Christmas festivities, time is picking up speed. So, if I abruptly disappear off the blog-radar, you'll know why. I'll hopefully be back to post baby pictures.

(But hey, baby pictures could be a month-plus away. In the meantime, please be patient with me and all my failures. I'm sure all this insanity -- and wild cleaning and organizing -- is going to leak into the blog somehow. *sigh*)

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And ... if you're interested, here's my not-so-favorable review of Vampire Academy.

6 comments:

  1. Oh, I'm sorry dinner didn't turn out! That's always a deflating feeling. Happily, there's always tomorrow's dinner, right? :)

    I'm sure this last month will fly.

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  2. It's lovely to get a little window of your pregnancy. A few times I've thought "how does she do it?", so it's also good to read of little things going wrong.
    Isn't it funny how your body takes over, puts itself in charge, and resistance is futile?
    Take it easy!

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  3. If only I had pregnancy as my excuse... I wish. No, I've had 2 weeks of epic dinner failures. Like totally FORGETTING to plan or prepare anything! Or realizing much too late that there's basically only enough for the kids. Or expecting to have a stocked pantry only to find out that I'm out of everything. Maybe for me its pregnancy envy.

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  4. Hee hee ... I love pregnant women. They are so beautiful and they have a great excuse for things going awry! Use it to the hilt, woman. As for me, my nesting instinct expressed itself in cleaning the toaster ... a week before I gave birth.

    Oh, so it will be a Jan. baby, then? A great month. I'm biased, of course. Dec. babies get gypped. Just ask my sister -- she was born on the 24th.

    I can't believe you're baking and cooking and writing and cleaning ... even if everything burns and the plots don't hang together, why you still had bread and words on paper. That's not failure at all. I call it progress!

    I have soup in the crockpot right now ... I can't ruin it, can I? Yeah, I can't stay off the net like I promised myself, either.

    Love and hugs from far away.

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  5. Oh, those spurts of energy . . . my floor got cleaned much more often when I was pregnant.

    Good luck with the last month! (At least you have Christmas to distract you, right?) :)

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  6. Il semble que vous soyez un expert dans ce domaine, vos remarques sont tres interessantes, merci.

    - Daniel

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