I have NEVER EVER been so scatter-brained in my life. I can't stand it. I feel like my mind is just fluttering. In fact, the mommas at the last few playdates can probably attest to my flighty-ness.
So, I lost my debit card a few days ago. I swear it's in my car (I mean I use it to get fast food every time I put my keys in the ignition). And today, I accused my husband and the restaurant I had lunch at yesterday of holding my purse hostage. I came home since the manager of the restaurant isn't coming in till 3pm so I could sulk and it is sitting on the kitchen table.
I had pg brain the last two pg's but NEVER this bad. I can't even remember what I walk into a room for. I get the car and I kind of feel like I am aimlessly driving at times. WHAT is wrong with me?!
At least I haven't lost my children... YET.
Thanks for listening. Now off to apologize to my husband and the restaurant for my absentmindedness.
Re: I am not going to survive this PG.
You need to do puzzles. Like word puzzles and challenging brain things. I have a Mensa daily calendar just so I'll do something every day. Maybe after dinner or during some alotted time in the day you can sit down for five minutes and commit to helping yourself out.
When I took a certain rx, it made me terribly forgetful and loopy all the time. (I'm still afraid some nesties think I'm a total space cadet bc I met with them during this period.) When I finally got off it, my neurologist encouraged me to read and do puzzles as much as possible. Something about keeping the grey matter active will keep your brain functioning much more effectively.
Good luck.
Yup. I feel ya. My brain feels cloudy. I don't know why I walk into rooms. I walk in the wrong direction (which sucks because I suffer from fatigue also, so it is wasted energy).
I have told my DH that he should prooooobably "check my work" while I am pregnant this time...but don't do it with me knowing because I will get mad because he doesn't trust me! ha!
I left my wallet at the pump at the gas station. I went to go get dinner at McDonalds and panic'd cause I couldn't find it. I called the station and someone (thankfully) had taken it to the cashier. *doh*
I can't even imagine adding pg brain onto having two little ones. It took me five (5!) trips to the car and back into the house today to finally remember all our stuff before heading to the park.
I'll keep an eye out for your guys and scoop 'em up if I see them wandering around asking, "Are you my mommy?"
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