Where is my mind?

I think I know. It's been abducted by the alien that is the baby inside my tummy. I have a bruise on my head from hitting my head on the corner of a kitchen cabinet door that I left open. I have a stubbed toe and sore hand from banging it on a wall. You know, the type of walls that just jump right out in front of you? Lately, full glasses of liquid have been taking leaping bounds off the table. It may have something to do with my sudden clumsiness. I was always a little clumsy but this is ridiculous. 2 spilled drinks in 2 days? What am I, 3 years old? I'm constantly forgetting things as well and not flippant unimportant things either. I have to write EVERYTHING down.
Scientist have proven that a woman's brain will actually shrink ever so slightly while pregnant. Then return back to normal once the little brain sucker is delivered. Don't worry. It may sound as though I'm complaining but I'm not. It really is all part of the process. When I was young (like really young), I used to pray to g-d that one day I be able to experience being pregnant. G-d hasn't answered my prayer once but now twice which makes me very blessed. It's something that is completely and utterly feminine. At least in my humble opinion. There are definitely parts of it that are definitely un-lady-like. I'm sure that there are many things that Emily Post may frown upon during the 9 er, 10 months of pregnancy. Weird dreams, stretch marks, potty breaks, heart burn, itchy skin, calf cramps, crowded ribs, overheating, crankiness, crying, fear, excitement, anticipation, and joy (and this is just the PG rated list). Like everything in life, I will never get these moments back so I better take it all in now.