Where has my mind gone?

They say there is this thing known as "pregnancy brain." Evidently absentmindedness comes with the territory of being pregnant. I of course thought this applied to everyone but myself because of my increased level of intellect, as well as the ability to recall any details at any given time. Well, my mind has seemed to escape me the last several weeks. I don't know if I am forgetting things or just tuning people out while I stare mindlessly into space. For example, I was trying to be a good wife and vacuum the house last night while Jason was at drill. It occurred to me half-way through the task that he told me a few days ago not to use the vacuum because the bag was full, he had thrown it out, and didn't have anymore to put in. So I'm not quite sure where all the crap I sucked up went to. Oops! At least I tried. I guess I can't really say I was devastated that I couldn't vacuum anymore, though. There have of course been many more of these instances but that's the only one I can remember right now. Figures.

I attempted listening to my belly again with a stethoscope the other night. Note to self - do not listen shortly after eating 3 hot dogs and baked beans! All that gurgling that goes on must not be very soothing to the baby because she was moving all over. Probably trying to get away from it. Jason hasn't been able to feel her yet, but I think it will be any day. He listened with the stethoscope and told me he couldn't determine if he was hearing the baby or my bowels...nice. As much as I would like to think it was her, I'm pretty sure it was the latter of the two.

I have noticed that carrying around this little belly is making it a little more difficult for me to roll over in bed at night. Usually after a few grunts and sighs later I can make it to my desired position. That is until I have to get up to pee again and struggle to climb back UP into the bed. It is a pretty tall bed, and I'll probably eventually need a step stool. So, finally after more heaving, grunting, and sighing I can achieve some level of comfort. Bending over is becoming a little more challenging too...as in trying to put socks on.

I haven't had any overwhelming cravings, just the need to eat all the time. If I don't eat when I get hungry I turn into this crazy person I have never seen before. After I have my freak out, finally get some food and return to a semi-normal state of mind I tell Jason the baby made me do it. Oh, and I found my first stretch mark last night....not very encouraging to say the least.