Pregnancy Brain

Before I was pregnant I vaguely remember hearing about "pregnancy brain."  I didn't know much about it except for that you seem to forget things a lot.

Well, I have pregnancy brain and I have it bad.

In the past month I have forgotten what I'm talking about while I'm in the middle of a sentence, forgotten to pay bills, forgotten half of my vocabulary, forgotten simple processes at work, etc., etc. etc.

My favorite episode, though, was the lunch incident at work a week or so ago.  Lunch time rolled around and I went to the break room to retrieve my sandwich from the fridge and to fill up my water bottle.  I filled up my water bottle and then remembered I left part of my lunch back at my desk.  So I walked down the hall, passing through a large group of people waiting for the elevators, and retrieved the rest of my lunch.

Lunch in hand, I headed towards the elevators so I could go eat outside.  As I walked, I remembered I needed a fork for my fruit.  So I walked back through the same group of elevator-waiters and went to the break room to get a fork.

As I grabbed the fork, I was hopeful that the people waiting for the elevator would be gone, because I felt rather ridiculous for walking back and forth past them several times like an idiot.  However, when I walked out of the break room they were all still there!  I stood with them and finally the elevator doors opened.  We all entered.

Just as the doors closed I remembered something.

My sandwich was still in the fridge.

I rode down all 23 floors with these people and then pretended to head to the bank located in our building's lobby, because I was too embarrassed to immediately turn around and go back upstairs while they all watched.  Once they all passed me, I snuck back to the elevators and rode back up to retrieve my lunch.

Fifteen minutes later I was finally enjoying my lunch and some much-needed fresh air outside.

Pregnancy brain is real.  At least, that's what I tell myself to make me feel better about my absent-mindedness of late.

Airbags and Seatbelts

If you are a facebook stalker, you know that I was in a pretty bad car accident last Thursday.  Let me just say, it was scary.  Here is how scary it was:

Yes, that is a car.  It is my car.  My very first car.  The car I own free and clear.

It has been a traumatic experience.  But I'm moving on.

So now I will answer the FAQ's:

Was the baby okay?
Yes, thank goodness.  If he wasn't, I wouldn't be writing this post.  They hooked me up to a monitor at the hospital and we heard the most beautiful sound in the world - his little heartbeat.  And then he decided he didn't really like the monitor, so he kept kicking it.  I don't think anything could have sounded better.


What type of car was that?
I know, it is unrecognizable.  It is a Toyota Corolla.

What happened?
As I explained to a friend (hi Melissa!), both cars wanted to be in the same place in the intersection at at the same time.  My car lost.  Not that the other driver's car was scratch-free.  But I think it will be reparable.  Mine...not so much.

Are you okay?
Yes, I'm doing fine.  Bruised and sore (please don't make me laugh too hard - that really hurts!) but I feel very blessed to have walked away from the accident in as good shape as I did.

Was the other driver okay?
Children, pay attention.  WEAR YOUR SEATBELT!!!  The other driver was okay, but she was more scraped up than I was.  Because she wasn't wearing a seatbelt she was thrown to the passenger-side floor.  She ended up having to get some stitches.  I've been told she's okay other than the stitches.

Did the airbags hurt?

Not when they were going off.  To be honest, I didn't know they'd gone off until after the car was still and I could smell something funny, kind of like something burning.  Then I noticed the airbags.  Every single airbag in the car deployed.  Which later explained why everyone kept asking me if I was the only one in the car.  I was frustrated that they couldn't tell by looking.  It wasn't until a few hours later that I realized the couldn't see into the car because of the side airbags in the windows.

Now afterwards, yes, I hurt from the airbags.  But I'd rather have a bruise on my chest and scrapes on my arms than my head through the windshield or my ribs broken by the steering wheel.  And now I'm no longer afraid of airbags deploying because you don't know it's happening until AFTER it happens!

Words of wisdom?
Okay, so this hasn't been a frequently asked question.  But you get my advice anyway.

Wear your seatbelt and drive a Toyota.  It may look bad, but the cab came through without much damage.