Pregnancy brain

Pregnancy fries your brain cells, and I feel like some days I do the stupidest of things! I will share two stories so that you can laugh at me. :)

1. Last week I was having a rough morning. No milk, no cereal. Thought I had forgotten to lock the house so drove back to check. By the time I got across town, I got stuck at the train (I hate the train). And it was going slow- then it stopped, backed up, and stopped again. I sat there for 20 minutes. You can't get around it. So by the time I made it to McDonald's I was losing my patience. The week before, I had ordered my country ham biscuit and when I arrived at work I realized I had been given country ham on a hamburger bun. Not what I had ordered! So this time, I sat in the drive through line to physically check my order before I finished the drive to work. All is well. I pull out of McDonald's, only to get pulled over by a motorcycle police officer. WHAT!?!? I wasn't speeding, I was not texting, and I came to a complete stop. This morning was going to wear out what little patience I have! I pull over and get my license out of my wallet. Lean over to the glove compartment (which is not easy due to my huge belly), and look for my registration in all the crap that's in my glove box. Found it- oh no wait, that's from 2011. What is this, hm, looks right, but it's still sealed. Open it up- yep it's this years registration. From June. With the sticker on the paper. At that time, the officer walks up to the window as I'm shaking my head at myself. He kindly takes the card and placed the new sticker on the car for me (even removed the pile of old stickers for me). When he came back up to the front of the car he chuckled and said "had a rough summer?" I smiled, and he let me continue on my (now less than half a mile) journey to work.

And for those of you wondering- no, I didn't cry when he pulled me over. I don't think I would have had the energy even if I had wanted to cry!

2. I have two sets of keys- home and work. Home keys have a wide strap I can hang on my wrist with my house key and car key. Work keys have two keys to the therapy offices with a "carabeener" clip. Usually I don't need my work keys, but we have been having issues with someone accessing our office at one of the facilities, so I need to have my keys with me- no big deal, the carabeener clip keeps my work keys tethered to my house keys.... Usually.
Crap, where did I put them now? If they're not attached to my home keys, the work keys are usually stationed in the center console of my car- with my name badge for work. Not where they were hiding. I tore the house apart. Nowhere to be found. Ok, when was the last time I had them? When I went in for a few hours on saturday sept 29 before we went to the football game. So they're not at work. Not in any of my tailgate gear. Did I lose them at the game? I don't think so... So I tore the car apart today. I found them... In Cadences carseat (which is beautifully installed in the center of my backseat). Why is it in her carseat? Well johnathan and I entered the game at different times and were sitting in different sections (friends had tickets on opposite sides of the stadium). He hid my keys in the carseat with the car unlocked in case I needed to leave the game earlier than him. Somehow, the work keys became disconnected from the home keys. When I left the game, it was pouring down rain and was about to start storming, so I just stuck my hand in and grabbed the "wristlet" portion of my keys - not taking notice of the poor work keys that were about to be left behind, and "lost" for a week and a half.


Oh man. My coworkers get a kick out of my forgetfulness (forget to put my hours on the timesheet, forget to document exercises)... At least I am seeing the correct patients (dear God let's hope so)!!!!