If you haven’t been pregnant you’re not allowed to judge me. Brain fog is for real when you are great with child! This time around it has been worse for me.
So far I have left my car unlocked overnight, resulting in someone “breaking in” (I suppose its not really breaking in if you left it unlocked, but whatever) and trying to start my car with a key that didn’t fit in the ignition. They went through all our documents in the glove box and took some paperwork related to my wedding rings which just so happened to be in there because we had just dropped off my rings to be serviced). Luckily they didn’t take anything of monetary value (there wasn’t much) except a bag of quarters we use for tolls. We called the jeweler and they assured us they would check ID if anyone tried to pick up my rings. No harm done. Could have been much worse!
Next I locked my keys in David’s car when I wasn’t with him. I was at a friends house, so I had to have someone drive me back to our house to get his keys because Ella was in bed and he couldn’t leave to bring them to me.
That same night, I realized when I got home that I had lost my American Express card. It was in my back pocket, and when I was changing I realized the credit card was missing out of my pocket. I had gotten gas at Costco a few hours before and I was on my headphones talking to my sister. I put the phone and the cards in my back pocket (the same pocket) and must have dropped the card when I pulled my phone out to get back in the car. So I drove back at 11:30pm to look around for the card, hoping it had just fallen on the ground and would still be there. Never found it. Was probably picked up by someone. We called to report it lost and had a new card sent right away.
Then for a month or two things seemed to die down . . . I thought maybe I was out of the woods. Nope. Just this past week I was at Target by myself (which already felt weird and out of my routine). David had Ella at home and I was Fathers Day shopping (for him). I came out of target and pushed my cart as close to my car as I could (you know you can’t pass that line or your wheels lock up!) and then I just grabbed my stuff out and walked the rest of the way. I drove over to Trader Joe’s clear on the other side of the parking lot before I realized I didn’t have my phone. I thought back . . . I knew I had it when checking out. Where could it be? Once I couldn’t find it I raced back over to where my cart was and it had already been cleared! I went inside, it wasn’t at the register, wasn’t at customer service, wasn’t in any of the carts that had just come in, so I called David from their land line to tell him I lost it, called the phone myself from that landline, no one answered. CRAP.
About 5 minutes later this dude came in pushing a new load of carts. I ran over there and there it was, in the first one. Needless to say I have put a pass code on it now just in case that happens again!
I am a mess. David said to me the other day “I don’t remember you having this much brain trouble when you were pregnant with Ella.” I smiled and said “No, I did, its just this time around my blunders are much higher stakes!” I hope I will not have anything else to share on this topic, but odds are I will. I still have almost a month to go!