I've finally gotten the absent-minded-mama complex I've read about in pregnancy books. I wasn't sure that it was really a phenomenon, or at least one that would strike me until yesterday when I went out bright and early, smiling and chipper to walk my dogs with the garage door opener and two ziploc baggies in my hand. By the time I got from the garage gate to the front door, I realized what I didn't have in my hand: house keys! I'd left the apartment without keys. Sort of a big deal. So I high-tailed it right away to the intercom at the front door (didn't have a cell phone with me either) and hoped to catch the apartment manager before he left for any errands. Luckily, he was there and I just had to wait a couple of minutes for him to come down and let me in.
Big deal, one forgetful episode, right? Then today, I had an appointment with my obgyn and I'd fueled up pretty well - drank some orange juice and water before going in. They always need a urine sample, which they check for protein, sugar, etc. routinely. So I have my appointment and when it's time for me to go to the bathroom, I do just that: go to the bathroom. Not in my little cute cup with my name on it! So now, I'm left pee-less. What to do now? So I tell them that I'll come back later, but then I see that I have half a bottle of water left and I'm not in much of a hurry because I saw the doctor within 20 minutes of getting there - a first for me at that office.
I'd brought 2 books and planned for a major stay. So now with extra time to boot, I drank up, stayed put and wished for the best. After a couple of chats with other patients, the waiting room started to overcrowd badly. Turns out the other doctor was busy delivering a baby and my doctor was handling both of their caseloads. Luckily, I got the very first appointment of the morning, so I was unaffected.
However my brain seems to be affected by the baby. I'm going to have to tie little ribbons on my fingers now to make sure I don't forget things, or have little checklists before leaving the house. The difference between pregnancy amnesia and normal forgetfulness is that usually, if I'm forgetful it's because I'm thinking about something intently or upset. But lately, I've been blissfully ignorant that I was doing something illogical until about 2 seconds after it's done. I remembered the door key before getting far from home, but after locking myself out. I remember the urine sample after flushing, yet before leaving the bathroom. It's as if my brain is out of order and the misplaced thought is only about 20 seconds behind at worst.
Well, hopefully tomorrow I'll remember to bring everything I'd planned to bring to my new house. I do the walk-through with the realtor tomorrow. Luckily for us, he had to go out of town later in the week, so he volunteered to give us the keys early. Woohoo! I'd been saying all weekend that I wished we could get in earlier, but it didn't make sense to pay for a lot of overlap, considering that we had to give 30 days notice here. So my prayers were answered and we get a couple of extra days. We'd already snuck into the backyard with my ailing lemon trees this weekend. My trees were doing amazingly well in our extra bathroom here, until I fertilized them 2 weeks ago. Leaves started dropping like crazy and the weather changed as well, giving them less light and lower temps. My grow light wasn't helping enough either, so I asked them to please hold on until we got into our house. Mark thought they looked pretty sorry and suggested we take them and put them in the yard someplace where they could get REAL sunlight, so we did. I'd hoped the gardener wouldn't mistake them as something left behind and poach them, but we'll be in residence by the time he comes now.
Tonight, when I spoke with my father, he seems inordinately amused with me saying that the baby was "kicking my butt from the inside out" with all the punching and kicking. For some reason, the idea of a rascally, mischievous little boy thrills him. Mark rebuked this and told me sternly that we do NOT have a rascal in there. Spoken like a true father, huh?
It's nice that a baby is a pleasing thing to me and Mark, but it's even nicer that by his mere existence, this child thrills other folks as well. Both the grandfathers are getting excited. Mark's mom is pleased, my sister is making plans for all sorts of "revenge spoiling" (don't ask - I'm not sure if I understand it yet, she just said it) and my aunt and friends are also pretty thrilled, so it's nice to enjoy this along with other folks. People on the street smile at you and are much more interested in the fact that you exist, once you're pregnant. In short, the world becomes a lovely, lovely place in lots of ways.
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