Pregnancy Brain Much?

Those of you who know me in person know that I’m not always the most organized individual. For instance, I have a well-established track record of losing and then finding my debit card and driver’s license at least 7 times a year. For weeks, if not months, at a time. My propensity for losing things and/or critical information seems to be enhanced during my pregnancies. In fact just this last weekend I found my debit card which I had been looking for since the end of October. Fortunately (?) for me, it is a rare store clerk who will ask to see ID* any longer, and so I just take Jonathan’s card if I know I’ll be purchasing anything.

*Jamba Juice, however, always asks to see id, even if you’re using a debit card. They run it as a credit card, and apparently debit/credit card thieves like to quench their thirst on the way to the ATM to empty your savings account.

Now, I’ve done other dumb stuff during my pregnancies. Jonathan’s least favorite is when I completely forget everything he and I said in a conversation less than 10 minutes after said conversation occurred. Sometimes I’ll even tell him the same story 3 different times in one evening. Or I’ll totally forget that he asked me to do ________ that day, and when he asks about it, I will swear up and down and all around that he never asked me to do so. But I definitely believe him, and not me.

Well, this morning was no different than any other morning in my fuzzy foggy pregnancy land. I locked Hula Girl and myself out of the house. Completely. On purpose.

See, we went to visit my parents at the end of last week and stayed through the weekend. The fun part was that I surprised Jonathan by having my parents keep Hula Girl overnight on Thursday and through the day on Friday so that he and I could have a belated Valentine’s date Thursday evening and get to the OB/GYN’s office for Gelato’s monthly appointment early Friday morning. My mom decided that instead of moving the carseat from our car to her car, it would be easier to just trade cars. (Score! We got to use the heated seats on our Valentine’s date!) So I took my house key off my key ring, shoved it into a pocket in my bag, grabbed the garage door opener, and left. And since I had the garage door opener, I didn’t move the house key out of the bag pocket. No need.

Fast forward to this morning. House key still in bag pocket. I grab Hula Girl, her wagon, my cell phone, and my key ring, and head out the front door, making sure to lock it behind me. Then I went to place Hula Girl in the wagon and noticed that the front-facing seat was still wet from when I hosed it down yesterday, so I thought I’d dash into the garage to grab something to wipe it down with. Take out the keys…. and nothing useful. Car key? Check. Mom and Dad’s house key? Check. Uncle John’s house key**? Check. So I start freaking out and saying, “Oh, no… oh, no… oh, noo….,” and thinking of ways to break into our house.***

**For reference on why that is so ridiculous, my Uncle John lives in Orange County, California. And I haven’t used his house key since I stayed with him while I was in my senior year of college… five years ago.
***Certain former neighbors of mine will remember the day they had to help me break into our house last summer/fall. YES, I have always been this way. But YES again, I am blaming it on my pregnancy brain now. You can laugh all you want, but remember that if anyone gets blamed for any damage to that window screen, I couldn’t have done it alone.
Alas, I came up totally empty-handed (or empty-brained) when it came to solving this issue without husband-intervention. So, I called him up at work, which I have never done before since his boss scares me, and asked him to please come rescue us at his earliest convenience. But if his earliest convenience isn’t right now, then I’d like him to come right now.
See, here’s the kicker: Hula Girl was out there in her undies and fleece pants, with no diapers or extra undies or any way of getting comfortable in the event of an accident. I can just imagine the conversation at the Mommy meet-up: “Oh, yes, potty training was going so well until I took her outside and her pants froze to her bottom. She was kind of reluctant after that…”
Fortunately weweredressed for the (windy, cold) weather. And I had intended to take Hula Girl on a wagon ride around the block to get some exercise. Apparently the OB/GYN doesn’t think chasing after a 20-month-old is enough exercise… remind me to deal with that one in another post. So we got TWO laps around the block, which is more exercise than I thought it’d be. And then Jonathan saved our lives.
Unfortunately I don’t see this problem going away any time soon… until August at least. (And those who know me really well will likely agree with me when I say that this problem might be a lifelong issue that will never be resolved..) In the meantime, do any of you have tips/tricks to help keep your brain intact during these troublesome months? Much appreciated.
After a preview, it has come to my attention that my post has really weird spacing issues happening today, occurring around things in italics. So yes, I did mean to put spaces there… they’re typed in and everything. It’s just displaying weird.
And I still haven’t put the key back on the ring! I just realized it! Someone please facebook me at around 9:30 tonight and remind me to replace the key on the ring!
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2 Comments

  1. Kristy said,

    March 1, 2012 at 3:28 pm

    Did you put your key back on the ring? 🙂

    • March 1, 2012 at 3:34 pm

      Yes, my SIL texted me that evening. Thank goodness. I still hadn’t done it by then. lol


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