Growing a baby is turning me into a toddler. Examples?
1. The naps...I've become a napper. If I don't get my afternoon nap, I can't function. It ruins the rest of my day. I become a complete grouch, and usually end up getting put to bed early.
2. The questions...I find myself asking the same question over and over, forgetting what the answer I just got was. This one is driving Drew crazy.
3. The movies...Part of this could be the hormones, but I've been watching my favorite movies over and over. There are a few of them I just can't get enough of these days. Also, I've become a real fan of the Lifetime Movie Network...This may be the issue that sends us into marriage counseling.
While I'm talking about forgetfulness, I have a confession to make. In the middle of typing out #1, Harley came in and asked if we could go out to the garden again. This is when I realized I left the hydrant on, with the sprinkler watering the garden, about three hours ago. The good news is that this Alzheimer moment didn't reduce me to frustrated tears this time. I'm going to credit my self-control and good humor to my two hour nap.
Moments like these make me feel like a real winner. I wish I could say this is the first time Harley has reminded me of something I've forgotten. We were half way to Toronto early one morning with Harley still asleep in the car, thinking to ourselves how great it was that we didn't even have to wake him up to get on the road so early. Our back-patting was shortly interrupted by the sleepy question, "Can I have my shoes?". Oops. I had had Drew carry him, asleep and still in his pajamas, to the car while I packed him a change of clothes and diaper bag. Neither of us thought of getting the kid some damn shoes. Another day I was just pulling into Emporia, listening to a long string of questions from Harley. "Did you pack me a bag? Did you put toys in there? Am I going swimming? Is Abbie awake yet? Do we need call her? Do you have your phone? Do you have any money?"... Suddenly I had an image flash in front of my face. It was my wallet, sitting on the kitchen table, right where I left it. In it, I remembered, was my license, debit card, and cash for lunch. Poor kid had to eat who-knows-what (I was afraid to ask when I picked him up later) at Abbie's.
One of my favorite memories of being pregnant with Harley was Drew's curiosity with all of my symptoms. When I left the stove on all afternoon one time (again, while I napped), he didn't even get mad. He was more concerned with, "Will this forgetful thing go away, or is it permanent?" He had the same lingering question about my bitchiness, swollen feet, and amazing rack. Unfortunately for him, the swelling (all of it) went down...and stayed down. I think it's safe to say that this time around he's a lot less fascinated by my ever-changing personality and physical symptoms than he is annoyed. I'm doing what I can to subdue the bitchiness (naps help) and to write things down so I don't forget them. However, every once in a while I have that sudden realization that I forgot something important and yell out, "CRAP", only to get back, "What now?"
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