Things I forgot about being pregnant:

1. I loose my voice, although this time around it seems to be more obnoxious and pronounced.  I don't totally loose my voice I just become hoarse and squeaky and my range minimizes.  It really makes me feel amazing when I'm trying to get my child's attention in a store, and I need to yell.

2. I snort.  I know I know...it's sooo attractive but I do.  I snort.  I don't do it on purpose and if I could find the trigger and turn it off I totally would.  Sadly, I cannot so I snort and people laugh at me.  I usually laugh at me too though, cause it's pretty funny.

3.  My tail bone was sent by Satan to make my life a walking H-E-Double hockey stick. Hobbling like a gangsta is really what I was hoping to do while making my way through this procreation process.  Being a pregnant gangsta wife really embodies who and what I am.

4. Haunted limbs.  My leg was haunted for the last two days.  I could barely feel it and the parts I did feel hurt so bad I was crying.

5. Hormones, although I'll amend this one. I don't think I was nearly as psycho with the bebes as I am this time around.  I can't control my emotions AT ALL.  I can rein them in but if I'm angry I'm TICKED OFF the whole day.  You could have looked at me funny and for the next 4 hours I will dislike your pants and your ugly hair and I used to love your hair but now...NOW YOU AND I ARE MORTAL ENEMIES.  I'm so much fun to be around.

6a. My wonderful husband.  I don't honestly remember what he was like when I was pregnant with the bebes. He was working two jobs and I slept a ton so we didn't spend a ton of time together.  I'm sure he was wonderful but this time around he's been super husband and super dad.  If we are out as a family I rarely carry or have to wrangle our two year old.  He just handles it all so I can focus on the shopping or the browsing we are doing.  He helps peel me off the couch when #3 or #4 become an issue, he brings me ice cream and blankets and he has been listening to all of my incessant whining.  He hasn't even complained about my incessant whining.  I think I found a keeper.

6b.  He doesn't mind if I text him from upstairs and ask him to bring me something.  He isn't grossed out when I talk about any weird pregnancy stuff.  He eats nachos almost as often as I want.  He doesn't get upset when there are 4 extra purchases of nachos in a week showing up in our bank account when we shouldn't be spending the money.  Oh and he still thinks I'm cute.

7. I'm still hungry at 11pm...even though I've been asleep on the couch for 4 hours, I still would like a McDonalds run.

8. Prenatal vitimans make me feel all pretty even when I'm not actually feeling all pretty.

9. Counting weeks in increasingly larger food items is actually sort of fun.

10. 45 seconds after having a very intelligent and thought provoking conversation I will completely and totally forget what it was about. Pregnancy brain makes my raging hormones VERY ANGRY.  Which of course you know how that ends.


I think there are probably more things I forgot...but because redundancy is so much fun, I've clearly forgotten them.

Time for nachos?