forgetful and clumsy

These are two of my very prominent yet personally disliked characteristics. Both come quite natural, are increased during pregnancy and have yet to return to normal levels. I've always been someone that has butter fingers and steps on the toes of others (literally). These occurrences greatly multiply during pregnancy, so much so that when I'm not pregnant and I'm having a particularly clumsy day Stan will start to get suspicious. And I definitely have my absent minded days. I feel like I used to have it together so much more but since becoming pregnant with Kirby, pregnancy brain turned into baby brain, turned into toddler brain, turned into preschooler brain, turned into mush. A good example happened just last week. I returned from my morning errands to find that we were without power. Since I had been at the market I needed to hop in the shower. I knew I could take a hot shower because our hot water heater connected to the shower is large and wouldn't have had time to cool down. So I shower and then go down stairs to get a bite to eat before time to feed Judah. I wanted to reheat some leftovers so I started to get it all ready, all the while having a conversation with DaJie (what we call our helper, meaning big sister) about how the power was out but I still had hot water, blah, blah, blah. She must have thought I was completely insane. I finished getting my lunch all prepared turned to the microwave and said 'Oh'. She laughed at me, as well she should have. She seems to laugh at me a lot. Sometimes I really wonder what she is thinking that she doesn't say out loud, probably something about her crazy American little sister. Thankfully now that she's been with us a year she is much more a friend than anything so she has come to expect me to spill, drop an trip frequently. Big sisters are good like that. Not only does she help me with language and cultural learning but she helps make sure I don't burn the house down. Which very well could be a risk with my coordination of late. And don't even ask me to prepare any type of food without some type of spill. That must be why whenever I start to make something she is extremely eager to help me, well that and she really is gifted with an incredible servant's heart. She needs a post all of her own, maybe soon to come.

So what I really want to know is will my clumsiness ever return to its more mild version of years before? Will my brain mush ever reform into a solid and be capable of retaining the slightest bit of information? Am I destined to depend on my Big Sister to keep me from disaster and sticky notes to keep my To Do's in order? Maybe, but I think I can handle it. If this is who I am to be permanently then I will accept it, move on and laugh at myself. Cause like Granny always says, 'It's better to laugh than to cry'!