Below is a list of things that just can’t be explained by any stretch of the imagination.
For instance…
I was driving home from the train station one night last week and was about to go around a hard right curve…and felt the need to put on my right blinker. It was not as if I was making a right turn from the road I was on onto another road…it was just a really hard right turn (about 90 degrees).
And if that wasn’t bad enough…
I did it again at the same exact curve the next night too! And totally called my myself out on it too, “Ass, that’s two nights in a row.”
And how about…
Why is it before I leave for Hawaii I am fine on the train and could get comfortable…but I come back from Hawaii and the train ride is excrutiatingly long and I just want to wiggle my nose and be home already and I can’t cross my legs (that’s uncomfortable) and I can’t slouch down in the seat and brace my knees on the seat in front of me (that squishes the baby which in turn squishes my air capacity) and I can’t sit still because my legs start bothering me which makes my back start bothering me.
And don’t forget…
Focusing…on anything…at any given time…not so much anymore!
And how is it possible…
That I am more anal now than I was before I was pregnant. We rearranged the furniture in our room this past weekend and when hubbie was putting the drawers back in the dresser (there are 3 wide skinny drawers, 2 wide deep drawers, 2 deep narrow drawers and 2 skinny small drawers…and technically all are interchangeable with the like drawers), he put the wrong drawers in the wrong spots and I went over each time and rearranged them after he was trying so hard just to help me out. Should I have lifted those drawers…well, no…should I have emptied the drawers out of the dresser and the armoir before enlisting the help of hubbie…well, no…should I have swung the dresser out from the wall by myself before enlisting the help of hubbie…well, no…but did I do all of the above…YES! **sigh**
And…
Does the cat really understand me when I talk? I’m upstairs this morning and she’s at the bottom of the stairs meowing at me to get my ass down there and feed her already and the following human/feline conversation ensued…
me: Hi Keoki!
cat: meow!
me: are you hungry?
cat: meow!
me: do you want food?
cat: meow!
me: i’ll be down in a minute.
cat: meow!
me: are you starving?
cat: meow!
Am I supposed to understand what each of her meows means. They pretty much sound the same. She’s so polite tho, as I am finally making my way down the stairs I stop and lean over the banister to talk to her and as I started to say something, she simultaneously tried to meow and when she realized I was talking she made her meow really really quiet.
And what’s up with…
Me trying to call one of my friends at work yesterday but she wasn’t there, and I got distracted doing something else but, 5 minutes later she called me from home but didn’t know I tried calling her at work.
And why…
Did I not fall back to sleep after hubbie left this morning, but instead decided I would tackle some of the mess in the baby’s room and organize stuff and when all was said and done and it came time for me to get in the shower all I had really done was move the pile of stuff from one wall to the other and really didn’t resolve any of the mess issue at all.
And it’s so annoying that…
Hubbie has felt the baby move on occasion, but the times I really want him to feel it, the very instant hubbie puts his hand on my belly, the moving stops. Why? Grrrrr!
But Tuna is a 4 letter word for Albacore!