Pregnancy Brain

I had heard tales of the dreaded Pregnancy Brain, a beast that comes in and mangles your mind, stealing away your focus and ability to fully function as an intelligent adult. I had heard of this beast, but believed it to be mythical...until today.

For the past few days I'd been having clumsy moments. I dropped a pen three times before finally being able to put it to paper. I missed my mouth when going to take a drink out of my Vitamin Water bottle and instead gave my chest and neck a soaking. I randomly lost my balance while standing in line and, though I recovered semi-gracefully, I definitely did a one-legged bobble hop for a few seconds, giving Suzanne quite the show. I also found myself having a hard time getting out a coherent sentence, forgetting words that I've known since the age of three, in addition to the names of well-known politicians, actors, and even some near and dear relatives. But, despite these small signs of my impending doom, I hadn't yet begun to believe that the Beast was really about to take me in its jaws and then...

Today, during the long car ride back from Vermont, we stopped briefly at Red Robin to pick up some belly fuel. As we sat there in the restaurant, waiting for our meals to be ready, Chris and I were talking about To-Do lists and things we needed to take care of, when I said "Oh! I should probably tell the doctor that I'm traveling to Mexico, huh?" This question was followed by a 10 second pause, after which Chris said, "When are you traveling to Mexico?"

!!!!!!!!

Mexico! The secret location of his top secret birthday present destination and I just threw it on out there, "Mexico", like it was no big deal for him to hear that word. I repeat...

!!!!!!!!

While a combination of shocked silence and furious cursing was going on inside my head, Chris finally busted out laughing, realizing that I had just unintentionally (and shockingly stupidly) spilled the proverbial beans. Unbelievable.

And the Beast slowly closed its gaping jaws, smiled a satisfied smile, and gave a small I-just-ate-a-pregnant-brain burp.

(Monster courtesy of Hylton Warburton)