Fast forward to Monday morning when I'm rushing around trying to get out of the house. Sitting next to my purse is....not my keys. I start frantically searching high and low. I looked in my purse, under the counter, in the toy room. I called Martin to verify that he had set my keys next to my purse. Eventually I really needed to get to work as I was already late for a meeting so I called my mom and she came to save us and to let me borrow her truck for the day.
Monday night I had to work late so Martin started the key search before my arrival. His conversations with Aubrey went something like this:
Martin: Aubrey, do you know where you put mommy's keys? Did you take them off the counter>
Aubrey: mommy lost keys!
By the time I arrived home close to ten Martin had given up the search and was cuddled on the couch with a very exhausted Aubrey watching Dora. As I grabbed Aubrey and leaned her against my shoulder on our way to bed, I did a quick scan of the area for my keys.
Me: Aubrey, do you know where mommy's keys are?
Aubrey: the keys in your purse.
Me: no, I'm pretty sure they're not in my purse. I already emptied that this morning.
I go back over to my purse anyway and empty the front pocket yielding a wallet, some change, and a spoon from lunch. I empty the back pocket pulling out my 2012 planner, my 2013 planner, an envelope, and just when I'm reaching down to grab my checkbook .... My keys!
Me: I really thought I checked this! In sorry honey.
Martin: you have pregnancy brain.
This event is coming right on the heels of Martin and I watching this episode of How I Met Your Mother, an episode which while watching I was actually thinking to myself that my judgement has not been at all impaired by my pregnancy. Apparently I've got a few things to learn about myself.