Proof that the human brain forgets pain

Proof that the human brain forgets pain, Exhibit A:

I've decided to train for another half-marathon. The last half-marathon I ran, in March 2006, totally sucked for me. I was dehydrated, I didn't sleep well, I don't think I trained properly. About 10 minutes into the race, I had a sinking feeling that I was going to have a shitty, shitty day, and sure enough, I did. I had such a miserable time that day that I vowed never to do another distance run again.

But here I am, salivating over new running shoes, mapping out training routes, and thinking about how fun it will be to do another race. Plus, I'm having a hard time getting motivated to get in shape, and training for a race should provide that motivation. It's in November. So the timing should coincide perfectly with my plan to get down to my pre-baby weight before getting knocked up again.

Which brings me to...

Proof that the human brain forgets pain, Exhibit B:

I've been thinking about getting pregnant again.

Alot.

Jason and I always planned to go for Baby #2 after Zeke's first birthday, which is in 3 months. We have no intention to deviate from that plan, but I'm finding myself with Baby-On-The-Brain these days.

And the weird thing is, I'm actually looking forward to being pregnant again. Which is totally fucked up, because if you've been paying attention, you know that I was decidedly not a fan of pregnancy the first time around. I didn't feel terrible or anything, but I was impatient (hard to believe, I know) and I just didn't see what was so great about it.

But Zeke is at such a great age right now, and it's giving me baby lust. I know an extra kid will be an enormous amount of work, and I don't even want to think about which organ I'm going to have to sell to be able to afford 2 daycare slots, but I seriously can't wait.