It makes sense to me now. The absentmindedness, the forgetfulness…I get it. It is so difficult to concentrate when all I want to do is shout from rooftops that I am pregnant! The waiting period of keeping this secret is so tough and it becomes increasingly tougher as the days pass. Knowing that I’m making eyes, a heart, an entire body consumes me---how could it not? I mean, how can I be expected to INSERT ACTIVITY HERE under these conditions?!
So when I have wondered why it was that my mind was wandering or not quite all there, it’s because I have been, am currently and will be thoroughly distracted. That, and because I need a nap and/or I need to pee. Wait, was that a little cramp in my uterus? I think I need to eat something. Something real proteiny. Maybe some chicken, some bawk, bawk chicken. How much calcium is in that cheese anyway? I need to take my vitamins now. I’d love to shut my eyes for a few minutes. Was that a touch of nausea? It’s gone already. I’m feeling too well; is everything OK down there?
Hey little bean, are those ears coming in yet? Can you hear me? Are you OK? I am consumed by you and I need to know for my own sanity: ARE YOU OK??? My gosh, waiting three more weeks to hear your tiny heart beat seems like an eternity. I love you already. Are your ears on? Did you hear me? I said, “I love you already!”
Nobody speak. I'm making somebody.
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