Momnesia

Usually I would be categorized as a fairly intelligent person with a better than average memory. Usually. Since getting pregnant, I have done some of the silliest and stupidest things with no explanation other than "Pregnancy Brain" or "Momnesia".

Carrying on the simplest conversation has become quite a task as I have a hard time remembering nouns in general and proper nouns are nearly impossible! In the first paragraph of this blog I sat for nearly 5 minutes trying to remember a fairly easy word that had just "left me." If I know you and bump into you on the street, please do not be offended if I don't remember your name. I am having a hard enough time remembering mine! But if it were just nouns and names, I might just chalk it up to being a little overwhelmed right now and call the whole "Momnesia" thing a myth.

Hubby, who has the memory of a gnat, has thoroughly enjoyed this pregnancy phenomenon! He thinks he can pull stuff over on me now and I won't realize it or he can just get a great laugh at all my antics. So far the top contenders have been:

I went to lunch one day and had driven ( I normally walk) to a restaurant. When I had savored my yummy meal I hopped into my car to return to work. I looked behind me and on both sides and took in all the vehicles in the crowded parking lot. I then proceeded to back straight into a parked car. It was like my eyes saw it but my brain said, "No, I refuse to process this information. You can just back your happy little self into it, but I am not processing."  I was in shock. What just happened?!?! I pulled forward. Got out of the car and went about giving the owner my insurance information. Luckily no damage to my car and minimal damage to hers. She looked at me dumbfounded the entire time. It was like she was saying. "Are you serious, chick?!?! You just backed straight into a car parked and not moving?!?!" Of course the through the whole process I kept telling her I was pregnant and I wasn't myself but she wasn't buying it.

Next I had gone to lunch with a friend and had ordered my food and found a seat. We sat and talked for a while before they brought out the first plate. They told us which sandwich it was and I proudly pointed to my friend who gave me a very strange look. (Keep in mind, this friend is a vegetarian and this sandwich was heaped with meat!) After a double take and finally processing what had been said, I realized it was indeed mine. To make matters worse, when the waitress returned with my friend's 5 minutes later I asked, sadly in a bit of a condescending tone, if I could get a fork for my fruit. Again my friend and the waitress gave me the same strange look. I look at both of them confused and then down at my plate only to realize there was a fork sitting square in the middle of my plate and had been the entire 5 minutes. I apologized profusely and again explained I was pregnant and apparently cannot think straight, and just like the woman whose car I hit, they nodded sympathetically.

On yet another lunch outing (are we sensing a theme here?!?!) I had gone to our beautiful library which houses a great little cafe inside to pick up lunch to take for a picnic lunch at Music in the Park. I made it all the way through ordering, paying and leaving with (I think) no glitches. As I was heading outside to enjoy the afternoon sunshine and a little live music, the door in front of me didn't open. I waved my hand in front of the sensor trying to get the doors to slide open. I jumped up and down a little (which isn't so pretty now). I tried prying the doors apart like you do when you try to leave through the entrance doors at Target. Nothing was working. Great. I am getting pretty hungry and ready to sit down after my 3 block walk to the library. While pondering what I should do next, it was like my molasses brain finally turned a gear. I took a step forward and held out my arm and pushed the door open. AGGGHHHHH! CRAP! WHO JUST SAW ME?!?!?! I couldn't bear to look back through the NONsliding door. I pushed the next door open with ease and ran into the park hoping I had escaped too many onlookers.

GEEZE! I officially feel like a moron and the incidents seem to be getting more and more frequent and more and more stupid! I have 11 weeks to go and I am praying my brain can carry me through that long. Everyone reassures me though that it is only going to get worse once the baby is born so I guess I should take this time to say goodbye to my good senses. Bon voyage memory. Adios intelligence. It has been a great run. I hope we meet again one day.  Until then, I will try not to lose too much dignity and uphold some sense of normality.

Now, what was I saying...