I've got prego brains.

The prego brains are in full swing again and have not disappointed. I call it Mush! The forgetfullness, the unablity to make sense of words and the pure lack of consentration.

A few examples...

1. the other day I filled Jarrett's sippy with milk...and gave it to Greg.

2. one night while ordering pizza with family I wanted a certain crust type and spent over 10 minutes trying to figure out what size and toppings I wanted on it...only to open the lid when it arrived and realize that I never ordered it with the special crust. MUSH!

3. I forget words all the time. Greg seriously fills in most of my sentences now because I give him a blank stare and mutter...um...huh...oh what do you call it. Oh, what do I want to call this...push...wait, I think it starts with an M :)

4. When Brayden asks for his passy I am constantly trying to put it in Jarretts mouth. Jarrett is now to the point that when I approach him he just says, "No Mom." M-U-S-H

5. On Sunday I was hanging Christmas lights outside...on a not so sturdy stool (mush)...ended up falling onto our rocking chair and then finishing the fall on our cement porch. My butt is a colorful mixutre of black, blue, purple, green and yellow...I wish I was exaggerating.

6. When Greg gets home from work I sometimes ask...who are you? Just kidding, it hasn't gotten that bad yet.

7. I keep putting the fridge items in the cupboard and vise-versa. Luckily I walk away and then stop, knowing something isn't right. However, I am waiting for the day I open up a door and sour milk slaps me in the face.

I would go on, but I can't consentrate long enough to remember...