no spoons.

today while carl and i were waiting to pick up my sister and her husband from the st. patrick's day parade, we stopped at quiktrip to buy ice cream and drinks. carl couldn't find a spoon for his orange sherbet. so, he used a small plastic cup instead. it didn't work very well, so we had to run home and get him a large spoon.

daily pregnancy brain.

my car keys have a clip on them. i keep them clipped onto my purse most of the time. i just walked into my office, set my purse down, and tried to clip my keys onto my water bottle. it doesn't work like that.

the most magical thing.

today i spent my lunch break lying on the couch feeling the baby move. i have been completely creeped out at the thought of feeling something - a person - moving around inside me. recently i have thought i'm feeling the baby move inside - it feels like a flutter - slightly different than bloat or gas or indigestion or all the other lovely things i feel in my stomach lately.

but today as i laid there holding my stomach, i could feel jumping or movement from the outside. it was amazing. the baby was active for about a minute and then seemed to rest - or go deeper into my stomach to where i couldn't feel it :)

i'm not myself. i have a belly.

this morning i went into mr. t's office to ask a question about my boss. mr. t interrupted me and was super excited, "you're showing! this is real now," he said.

"um," i said. "this is old news. i've had this belly for a few days now."

a few minutes later i went back into his office. he held his belly, stood in a waddling stance, and began speaking in a girly voice, "i'm not myself. i have a belly. i'm pregnant." mocking me.

i have told him a few times how i no longer feel normal because i'm pregnant. and i don't have the stamina that i used to have when running or lifting weights.

for the record, he has now done this mocking belly activity three more times since then.

missing trash cans.

carl and i go home for lunch. today, as we were pulling into our cul-de-sac, i noticed our trash cans weren't out there anymore. i've had major pregnancy brain lately, so immediately my mind went to, "OMG DID WE FORGET TO PUT THE TRASH CANS OUT?! or did someone steal them? did i imagine asking carl to take the trash out this morning when we got home from the gym?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

we pulled into the garage, and there they were. crap.

"nope. the garage smells like smoke. your dad has been here," carl said. sure enough, he had been by to work on our bathroom and decided to be nice and put the trash cans back inside. 

however, they hadn't taken the recyclables yet. they take the trash in the morning, and the recyclables around 1 or 2 p.m. so carl put it back outside.