I Am Still A Little Queasy

Just when I was acknowledging that my day was on the road toward a decidedly downward spiral, I found some yummy-looking peanut butter crackers in the back of my desk drawer at school that I had bought during the early part of my pregnancy for emergency snacking. It was kind of like finding a 5 dollar bill in a pair of pants that you haven't worn for a few weeks; what luck! I thought to myself. I ripped open the plastic wrap and, as the first cracker was just inches from my mouth, saw that it was in fact crawling with tiny slugs.

Am I wrong to think that this just shouldn't happen?

Pregnancy Brain??

It's been two full months since I've written, and I blame it on one thing: my total inability to recall simple vocabulary words, much less string together a few of them in order to create some kind of witty blog entry. I don't know if it's because it's my third full year of teaching a low-level ELL class, or if it's the much-talked-about "pregnancy brain" that has made me dim, but something is up.

In addition to my conversation being constantly reduced to "likes" and "ums," I also am forgetting things left and right. I have always prided myself on my rock-solid organizational skills, never worrying about spacing a social engagement or flubbing an appointment. But on Wednesday, I truly reached a new low when attempting to meet a friend for dinner. Not only did I get the time wrong, but I actually got the restaurant wrong. I was wandering through the restaurant on my cell phone ("You're in the back? Okay, I'm looking for you...what side, exactly?"), even enlisting the help of the hostess before calling my husband to double-check my calendar to see where exactly we were supposed to be meeting.

I'm contemplating complete hibernation for the remainder of this pregnancy.