Another week already? 13 weeks pregnant!

Oh my goodness.  At this rate September 24th will be here in no time!  I can't believe how fast time is flying by.

My little one is now about the size of a peach!

Your fetus is forming teeth and vocal cords... savor this, their non-functional phase. Baby is approaching normal proportions, with a head now only one third the size of the body. Intestines are in the process of moving from the umbilical cord to baby's tummy. (Much more convenient.) 

I'm feeling great, pregnancy wise.  My only real symptom seems to be the frequent bathroom breaks (still...)...and I am NOT going to complain about that considering everything that could be happening!  I will admit one thing though...it's possible that I've been experiencing a bit of pregnancy brain.  I've been told be a lot of people that it really exists.  From the beginning I've said that I'm not getting that.  Well....I don't know what else I can blame these few things on the past couple of days....

The cell phone.

Pretty cool, right?

Well...I was talking on my cell phone...at the same time putting a couple bags of groceries in the fridge...and then went into the bathroom (again) and grabbed my purse and ran out the door.  I get to the corner and reach in my purse for my phone...can't find it.  I fumble though it, getting frustrated...and then I slowly start unloading in into the passenger seat.  It's quite large....and I may have some things in there that don't really need to be....anyway...I empty the whole thing out.  Nothing.  Darn it.  I'm on my way to meet a co-worker for lunch.....so I don't have time to go home.  But now I'm thinking, where the heck would it be?  I was talking on it for goodness sake!  I never even sat down....so now I'm freaking out because I think that for sure I've put my BRAND NEW phone in.....the refrigerator.  Greattt.  It's only 3 days old and now I'm sure it's ruined.  Anyway...I get to lunch and ask my co-worker to call it....just in case it IS somehow in my purse, which I know it's not.  So, she calls it, and I proceed to eat lunch.  And then she looks at me like I'm crazy.  My purse is ringing....but I don't recognize the ring...the phone is still too new!  Oh my gosh, yeah, it was in there the whole time.  Maybe not that big of a deal, but I sure felt dumb.

And then there is the stove.  A slightly bigger deal.  I cooked a lovely dinner that same night....tri-tip, asparagus and couscous.  We sit down and eat...and then Jon clears our plates....and then goes to do whatever it is he does in the garage.  I'm watching TV.  About an hour or so later he comes back in as goes into the kitchen and proceeds to ask me "do you know that the stove is still on??"  Oh my gosh.  Now THAT is bad.  I am usually the paranoid person who double and triple checks things like doors, windows, ovens....and here I am, leaving the stove on for nearly 2 HOURS.  That freaked me out.  It was at that point that I decided that I will NOT suffer from pregnancy brain for the remainder of this pregnancy.  So....I hope that I cooperate.