The KAT's Meow

Kristin (during family scripture study): And hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years later and in some cases even centuries...

Jr.: Hahahaha. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years later and in some cases even centuries.

Lucky: Does Mom still have a Mommy brain? 

Jr.: She always has a Mommy brain... unless she switched it.

Lucky: No. Like when she has a baby.

Nichole: You mean pregnancy brain?

The KAT's Meow

Lucky had a dream that Jeremy was a bad guy but I turned him into a good guy by telling him, "You're as cute as a puppy."



Lucky (after listening to They Might Be Giants' "Istanbul"): Even old New York was once a hamster town.



Mom (after getting mixed up yet again): Sometimes I don't know where my brain is.
Lucky (unbelieving): It's in your head, Mom. You don't know where your brain is?

Pregnancy Brain

O.K. A lot of us have gone through this before, but I have really gotten to that point now. Call it what you will. I call it "pregnancy brain."

The other day, I went out to deliver something to a little boy from my Sunbeam class. I had the address of 295 so I was driving along looking for it. I pulled over and saw one address 240 and the house right next to it had the address 298. I couldn't for the life of me find 295 so I went home. I told this to my husband who said to me, "and then you figured out to look on the other side of the street, right?" Even on one side, odd on the other? Oh brother. Of course that did not occur to me. Pregnancy brain.

I went out again and easily found the right house. Sigh.



Oh and to go along with my pregnancy brain, I'm finally getting my puffy pregnancy feet. Just barely. I was thinking maybe my feet won't actually get swollen this time, but alas there they go.

Well, it's a good excuse to put my feet up.