I am a reasonably intelligent person, most would say above average. I smith words for a living, and any cleverness I do possess tends to be of the verbal variety. For these reasons, the following exchange with HJ this afternoon was particularly alarming.
Scene: Amusing mock wrestling match with HJ. I'm trying to persuade him (physically) to take a nap with me instead of leaving for work. I attempt to push him back onto the futon.
HJ: Wow, you're weak as a kitten!
Jen: [shoving harder] Oh, weak as a kitten, ARE I?
We collapse into fits of giggles while I attempt not to urinate on myself.
The pregnancy brain is not a myth, I'm afraid.
