insight into the pregnant brain

(an update on Benjamin's cold here.)

It was around 10:45 on Friday and I realized that I hadn't had breakfast. I cycled through my options.... "too mushy" "too gross" "too bland" "too spicy" "too yellow"... and decided I could probably stomach waffles. I only wanted 1 or 2, but I couldn't split the recipe because it required one egg. I figured, it couldn't hurt to have extras and made the full batch. As I was getting ready to pour my first waffle, disaster:

all over the floor...

...and half-way across the room...

(You can probably imagine what I looked like.)

I was picking up the bowl and saw that enough was left in the bottom for one waffle. Perfect! Just what I wanted! I poured it in and was perhaps a little overzealous...

maybe there had been enough for 2 ;-)

That's OK though, because I already had one mess to clean. I started mopping up spilled batter and stopped watching the waffle-maker, assuming that it would be done when it beeped (a fair assumption since this has never proven wrong). The result:

Ugh. Burnt waffle.

Of course, now the house smells like waffle and all I can think about is eating one. I can't imagine eating anything else, it smells so good. In fact, I might just die if I don't get one. So I have to make another batch... Which I did.

And then I ate three of them. (no picture though, I was too busy saying mmmm.)

Now, if this had been a true pregnant-brain moment, I would have burnt the waffle due to forgetting about it... Not likely to happen when it smells so good ;-) Another possibility would have been making the waffle and not having it taste all that great, and then deciding that the batter was really what I wanted anyway. Thankfully, my waffles were amazing and managed to hit the spot. If only it was always so *easy*!!

(As long as we're in true pregnant-confession mode, though, I'll admit that while my second batch was cooking I tried to eat the burnt waffle. Bleh.)