Ok, I don't want to admit any of this. Evidently when you become pregnant there are all of these crazy things that may happen to you (above and beyond the little alien inside you). A few of these things I just don't believe in, such as 'baby brain'. With baby brain you can become more forgetful, such as stopping sentences mid-way through because you lost track of your thought. Well, this is more of a Scheunhage verbal tick that I have been experiencing for years so no one will be able to tell if I ever do get it (or already have it?). However, there is one thing that is happening where the evidence is starting to stack up against me.
They say when you are pregnant you may become more clumsy. Now, I would not under any circumstances describe myself in that way. I have a degree in dance for goodness sake! I have spent a good amount of my life precisely controlling my body so that it does
exactly what I want it to do and projects nothing but an image of grace. I don't fall over, I don't drop things, in fact I rarely even lose things.
Nevertheless, in the past few weeks I have been breaking glasses like nobody's business.
In the photo you will see two of my recent breaks. They are always glasses and it is always while I am doing dishes. I'm currently trying to blame it on my rubber gloves, thinking that the grippy, cross-hatching on the fingertips has worn away, rendering them useless - but that is probably denial.
The tragic thing about this is that one of those pictured glasses was a beloved pint glass. When I met David I think that I had about six of them. Over the years (it's been almost 7 now) we (and by we I mean David) have only broken about 1 pint glass every few years. David loves those glasses and would lament the loss of each one every time it broke. He was nervous when we started getting down to three glasses because he drinks litres upon litres of water a day and ever since I have known him, from the minute he comes home he has had one of those glorious pint glasses within arms reach. He even liked to keep them in various areas just to have water at hand wherever he went.
Well, the glasses are gone. Long gone. I think I broke two pint glasses alone last week. We are now in a drastic search for the ultimate pint glasses to replace our lost loved ones. Wish us luck.
A few bibs, some great flannel blankets, a blue-bird night light and a few stuffy toys to round out the lot. The orange on the owl is pretty much the colour of the bottom half of the nursery walls but I'll let David handle that in a later post. It's getting exciting now and hard to believe that this little thing of ours will probably be spitting up all over everything. I can't wait.
