I narrowed my eyes, cocked my head, and said, "What?"
He took a moment to think before answering my question. He knows never to cross an angry pregnant lady. "Ummm...there are 88 days until our due date. Happy 88 Day?"
"Oh," I said, "I thought you called me an idiot for no reason whatsoever."
We had a good laugh about that, especially because I've been pretty good about not being a ditz lately.
That is until this afternoon.
After getting up from our nap, I decided that I would wear shorts since I can't wear shorts to work and I don't have to work for awhile. I got out this really cute pair that I haven't worn for about a year...but for some odd reason, I couldn't get them to do up.
Feeling rather frustrated, I went to Andrew, "My shorts don't fit anymore!" I complained.
"You're six months pregnant." He said.
Oh, yeah...I totally forgot. Is that what that huge pot belly is? Phew.
Andrew and I just got back from our walk. While we were out and about we saw my friend, Heather. We smiled and exchanged the traditional niceties. She was carrying a yoga mat.
That's funny, I thought, Why is she carrying a yoga mat around?
I continued walking only to realize 5 steps later that I, uh, also should have been at yoga because I have yoga every Wednesday at 6:00...Patrick left at 5:30...Andrew and I talked about my going to yoga right after he left. You would think that I could remember that I was supposed to be somewhere for half an hour.
"Oh, no!" I said, rather loudly, "I was supposed to go to yoga, too!"
Heather laughed at me. I really am quite ditzy!
That's okay, though. I just found out Andrew is scared of bees. He's scared of bees like I'm scared of dogs.
I saw a huge bee. "Look at that bee," I said, "It's huge!"
Andrew started flaring his arms around and running in circles shouting, "Where, where?"
5 seconds later he actually saw the bee. "Oh, all the way over there..."
Odd how the bee wants to eat flowers and not Andrew. Actually, I think I knew Andrew was afraid of bees...there is a story in the far reaches of my brain about Andrew at a birthday party and being stung by bees. Yes, yes...he's actually had his share of bad experiences with bees. He wrote a paper in grade 9 entitled, "Insects that hurt me." My favorite part is when he compares wasps and hornets to vultures and tries to explain some of their benefits saying, "this is a very difficult subject to write because they have very painful stings and bites, and they are a very aggressive form of insects."
I suppose we have both earned the title of idiot for today. Me with my forgetfulness and Andrew with his arm flaring.