I'm Losing My MindI'm certain that this pregnancy is causing my brain to lose some much-needed memory cells, as well as causing me to go a bit batty. If anyone has a cure-all for these situations, I'll happily take your advice.
Case Point #1
Devyn and I were at my doctor's appointment this past week, my 24-week check-up. I had to go in early for both my glucose test and my flu shot. While we were waiting, I noticed a very familiar smell emenating from Devyn's diaper. I groaned as I had left the diaper bag in the car and it meant an extra trip to the car. (I was being lazy by not bringing it in with me in the first place, that'll show me.)
I picked up my purse and started ruffling through it looking for my car keys. I was positive I had put them in there but I was coming up empty. I checked with the ladies at the check-in desk if I had left them there when I first walked in, no such luck. I dreaded making the call to Jon telling him I'd locked my keys in the car again; it was becoming too much of a habit and he was starting to get annoyed having to continually come and rescue me.
I grabbed my cell phone and speed-dialed his number as I headed out to the car to make sure the keys were indeed in the car. As soon as I walked up, Jon answered the phone, and I whispered, "Never mind" into the receiver. *Sigh* There, on the hood of my car, for all the world to see, were the missing car keys.
Case Point #2
For some reason, it didn't feel right and I re-opened the fridge; sitting on the second shelf were two empty soup cans. *Sigh* How do I explain that one?!?
Case Point #3
Devyn and I pulled in the parking lot; I turned off the ignition and placed the keys in my purse. I got out of the car and opened the back door to unbuckle Devyn from her car seat and grab the binky, just in case it was needed. As I placed Devyn on the ground by the car, I innocently placed my purse in her carseat while I re-tied her shoes. I opened the driver-door, locked all the doors, and then shut both the driver and back dooor.
Just as I shut the back door, I noticed my purse sitting in Devyn's car seat. I groaned as I realized that not were my keys in that purse, but my cell phone as well.
I ran inside to Customer Service and tied up their phone for twenty minutes as I searched for any family that could come pick me up. When my dad asked where the spare key was, I whispered that it was inside the car with the original keys. My dad started laughing and came to pick us up. We had to wait four hours for Jon to return from his fishing trip with another key to my car.