Pregnancy Stupids

Ah, the pregnancy stupids. As if getting fat wasn't bad enough, we lucky women have been ever so blessed to have the pregnancy stupids accompany us on this joyful journey.

My first encounter with the sneaky little suckers happened before I even knew I was pregnant. (Yes, they hop on board that quickly!) I was in the kitchen making Courtney some cookies. I had everything in the bowl and was ready to stir. I had my shiny silver beaters awaiting their use on the counter. All I needed was my trusty beater machine to get the party going. I pulled it out of my kitchen cupboard and I distinctly remember staring at the darn thing for a full 7 seconds, truly puzzled why there was no where to pop in the beaters. Of course there was no where to pop them in. I had pulled out the can opener. Beaters= white. Can Opener= Black. They look NOTHING alike.

My sister, who was pregnant at the time, totally called it. I had made a post on facebook about it, and her comment was, "I think you're pregnant!" She would know, she had them, too. And unbeknownst to me, I surely truly 100% was.

I experience these treasured little moments on a daily basis, my latest one last night being this:

I'm sitting on the couch, completely engrossed in the story line, not really paying much attention to much else because I'm so involved. Courtney comes out of her room wanting a snack. I tear myself away from the currently unfolding plot line, and do my pregnant waddle to the kitchen to find my 3 year old her requested snack. A little baggie of colored goldfish and a capri sun juice pouch later, I shuffle back to my comfy spot on the couch and turn the t.v. on. I'm now flipping like mad through the channels, upset that I'm missing my movie and I'm not going to know how the story line turns out. (Yes, pregnant women are emotional and dumb little things upset us.) 4 minutes. 5 minutes. 6 minutes. I'm really quite frustrated at this point. I sigh in resignation and let my eyes cast downward in defeat as I'm sure I've missed the end the show now. While wallowing in my pitiful sorrow, my eyes fall upon my book. My Book. Oh yes, that's what I was doing.

My (non) super sympathizing husband gets a good laugh out of these ever so present moments that like to creep up on me out of nowhere and smack me on the hiney. I, however, find them less amusing. For approximately 2 seconds, I considered doing monthly blog posts of my 'pregnancy stupids' similar to Courtney's monthly 'funnies', until I mentally kicked myself and asked myself how stupid I really was. What on this beautiful earth, I ask, would ever possess me to want to remember these things?? I think the Lord helps us forget these memories, as He does with the pain of childbirth, so we will willingly raise our hands with a smile on our face, and volunteer to do it all over again. Were we in the state of mind that we could truly remember what uncomfortable waddling dummies we turn into, I highly doubt my hand would be the first in the air to relive it all over again.

So, I join hands with every other pregnant woman out there, and I suck it up. I accept the fact that I will be completely at the mercy of these pregnancy stupids until my precious little angel makes his/her long awaited appearance. And even then, I believe we are still cursed with the occasional aftershock of the stupids to remind us they will always be there lurking, and will always be forever with us, ready to emerge in full force with our next anticipated bundle of joy.