Mommy Diaries: Busy mom forgets she’s pregnant as toddler is a 24-7 job

Now in the second trimester of her second pregnancy, APRIL DREW has a hard time remembering that she’s pregnant in the first place because baby Colum is a 24-7 job.

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Mommy April Drew forgets she's pregnant!

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All was well with the world until out of the corner of my eye I could see something shoot across the living room floor. It could have been a mouse but it was probably a monster of a centipede – you know those hairy creatures that run faster than a speedway car and have a million legs.

A mouse I could handle, but this little fella froze me to the sofa. I called John (my husband) and got a cold response.

“And what do you want me to do about it, I’m working,” was all I got.

Some help he was. As I sat in terror on the sofa for another five or so minutes I considered calling my very friendly landlord but opted for my good friend and neighbor Gerry (Geraldine).

Explaining the emergency and asking her to wear boots for the kill, she immediately came to my rescue.

After spending a few minutes searching the floor there was no sign of him. (I’m assuming he was a male).

I began to think maybe I imagined it. Was it a shadow from the television?

However, one quick shake of our second sofa did the trick and out flew the terror that zipped right across the floor in front of me, causing my heart to race extremely fast.

“Stand on him, quick, kill him,” I shouted from my corner of the sofa curling my legs up as far as I could just on the off chance that he grew wings and flew in my direction.

“No, I’ll guide him out the door, I hate the crunch sound of killing them,” Gerry said way too kindly.

And here comes the moment where I forgot I was pregnant -- a quick glance of my living room alerted me to several books behind me on a table.

Within a second I jumped over the back of the sofa like a Charlie’s Angel and landed down on my ankle. I still managed to grab a book, throw it to Gerry and she in turn squashed the centipede. (I hope the Irish Voice doesn’t get any letters from PETA for this action.)

Gerry, a nurse, asked, “Are you okay?”

“My ankle is a little sore but I’ll be fine now that he is dead,” I replied as I thanked her in the same breath.

And then it hit me that I was four and a half months pregnant.

“What did I just do?” I squealed. “I forgot there for a moment that I’m pregnant.”

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My stupid super-woman dash over the sofa could have cost me much more than a sore ankle.

I guess I’m also too busy with Colum to think about the pregnancy.  He has us on our toes, that’s for sure.

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