The Placenta Brain Monologues

(Thanks, Laurence, for coining the phrase, "placenta brain"--it really does capture the essence of what being pregnant does to a woman, and their intelligence. :)

Well, this whole "placenta brain" thing is really getting annoying now. I should start a website where women can submit stories of how stupid they get when pregnant... I'm sure there would be volumes to fill!

So what's the latest blunder that I blame on the ever-present placenta?? Soft-boiled eggs. While they may be a delicacy to some, around here, we prefer our eggs HARD boiled, not soft boiled.

For Easter, as I mentioned before, Jeremy and I decorated some eggs for Jeremiah to "find." I piled up my dozen and a half eggs in a pot, covered with cold water, cranked the stove up to high, and went off to gather my boys who were hanging out at the neighbors. We had decided to run to the grocery store before Jeremiah's naptime, so as to avoid the crowds (it did work, btw... and they were just putting out the fresh baked bread which is a MILLION times better when it's right out of the oven... what a difference a few hours make... sooooooooo goooooooood!)

Of course, a watched pot never boils, and I got impatient. I wanted to leave so Jeremiah could take his nap as close to normal time as possible. Once some bubbles started popping up (more like a good simmer, than a boil) I killed the heat, popped a lid on it, and went on our way. They'd be done by the time we got back, no problem.

Well, today, I went to make some egg salad only to discover these eggs were not quite cooked... Nope, they were about the consistency of pudding... pudding eggs doesn't make good egg salad. In fact, pudding eggs don't make good anything... except trash.

Oh well. At least they're pretty trash...

I guess I can't really blame all that on a placenta... It was more my impatience that caused it than me bein' stupid. But here's the next part....

While making said Easter eggs, I decided I would pull a "Savannah" (old friend from church who seems to have photo-documentaries for EVERYTHING! I just don't like my camera that much,) and take all sorts of photos along the way. Had a moment this morning, thought I would try to upload them. "Hey," I thought, "why don't I try using the card reader on my laptop instead of trying to dig out the cord for the camera!" Yeah, great idea...

So I pop out the memory card (SD Pro DUO), pop out the fake plastic card from the slot, and pop in my card. Hmm... it kinda gets swallowed up in the slot... That's because it doesn't take Pro DUO cards, just SD Pro (Pro is a longer version of the pro duo, basically... It's about 2 inches whereas the DUO is only an inch or so... fits in small places better.) "Wait, I've got an idea. They're basically the same card, so I'll just use the fake one to push it in."

Yeah.....

Now, I should know better than to try this... But I did it anyways. And now? Well, we'll just say, don't believe the cheap plastic fake card accurately depicts the correct way to insert your memory sticks into the slot... Yeah, it's stuck. Guess I shouldn't have shoved it in there.... Not that I had to shove hard... But yeah, it's stuck, and all my recent pics of Jeremiah (and eggs) are on there... Grr...

I'm pretty confident I'll be able to get it out. I just need to find a pair of tweezers.... Hopefully that's all I'll need... *gulp*

And that's about it. I guess I should go eat the leftover fish from Easter... maybe that'll boost my brain functions to "semi-stupid." Things could be worse, though, right? I could have done something even more stupid.... Don't worry, I'm sure I'll get there long before Jess Jr. arrives. :)

Speaking of Jess Jr., we've scheduled our ultrasound for April 9th. We could have had it next week, but Jeremy didn't want to do it during the lunch hour. Instead, we get to wake up EARLY (for us) and be there by 7:55 a.m. Jeremiah's usually not even up by then. Maybe we'll put him to bed a little early the night before.

My biggest concern about having it so early is that you're not supposed to "empty your bladder" for an hour beforehand... Umm... who doesn't have to pee when they first wake up??? So I'll probably set my alarm for 6 or something, and try to pee early to avoid any problems during the appointment. Hopefully little miss thang feels like cooperating and showing off (and is a little miss thang, as opposed to a little mr thang...) We'll see!