Let me introduce Pregnant Whimsy.
Pregnant Whimsy forgets things. She hands Chip the remote control and then promptly says WHERE DID I PUT THE REMOTE CONTROL.
Pregnant Whimsy is accident-prone. She locks herself out of the house while Alice is napping inside it.
Pregnant Whimsy is slow. She takes twice as long to complete any task and is mystified that she's so tired at night.
Pregnant Whimsy has cravings. Chocolate. Especially plain Hershey's Kisses. The richer and more milky, the better. Toast, thick with butter. Apples. Mostly Gala, or Honey Crisp if she can get them on sale. Chilled cold in the 'fridge, and sliced. Tall glasses of cold water. Deep bowls of cereal. Milk, warmed until almost hot, with a scoop of sugar and a splash of vanilla.
Pregnant Whimsy might be disgusting. She says might because her husband is particularly appalled by the recent hot-milk addiction, but it's so delicious that she can't be sure that this is a craving she'll later regret when she is no longer pregnant.
Pregnant Whimsy is tired. Wait - Pregnant Whimsy might have already said that. Pregnant Whimsy advises you to see above re: forgetful.