Part 10: Preggo Brain Moments

So, towards the end of my second trimester I started to notice some "Pregnancy Brain/Hormone" moments...

Story #1

One Saturday, probably in early June, Darren and I were at Walmart doing our grocery shopping and I was dying to get some nectarines (one of the few cravings I've had has been for fresh fruit). I had seen them a few weeks earlier and knew they were about to be in season so they'd probably be super delicious.

I picked a few out, four to be exact, and we went about our shopping and then checked out. As the cashier was ringing all of our groceries up I noticed that the nectarines rang up at $9.96 ($2.49 each). What?! $10 for four nectarines?! I was shocked and had to turn my head because I started to cry. (Seriously, who cries about fruit?!) I wanted those so bad, but I wasn't about to pay that much for them, so I told the lady we didn't want them (after arguing with her and trying to convince her the price was wrong).

I wasn't about to give up though. I had Darren go talk to the customer service manager, because I was pretty positive they were supposed to be $2.49/lb, not each. The manager was super nice and said he knew about the issue and had been trying to get the store to fix it. He went back to the register we were at, grabbed our bag of nectarines, and rang them up for us a the correct price. Again, I started to cry. I stood there and thought, "Why am I crying?!" Darren kinda laughed at me a little and told me it was probably my hormones goin' crazy.

I must say, those were some of the best nectarines I'd ever cried over :)

Story #2 - June 23, 2012

The following postcard came in the mail:

I was totally confused. Why, you may ask? Well, the top line says "A gift from Deborah Rackham". I looked at it and thought, "When did I send a gift to myself? And how in the world did I send it to my married self, but from my unmarried self?" I seriously looked at it for a few minutes trying to figure it out. I was somehow convinced I had sent it to myself from the past.

I know. That makes NO sense. I read the rest of the card and soon felt really stupid. As I was reading I realized it was a gift subscription to a magazine that my mom likes. Yes. My mom. Who also happens to be named Deborah Rackham. Duh! She sent it to me.

The only thing I can figure is that I'm used to hearing her called Debbie, not Deborah. That's usually me.

Hope that makes your day :)