I prefer “Pregnancy Moments” to “Pregnancy Brain”

I hate the term “pregnancy brain.”  This is the same brain that allowed me to cram the night before a final, remember all the subtle moments of my first date with Mike and has allowed me to multi-task with the best of them.  Of course i’m not keen on the idea of losing it – even if it is just during pregnancy.  But, alas, I’ve had my “moments.” This story is probably the worst “moment”…

Oxnard: I had a meeting in Santa Monica and was going to go home right afterwards.  So, I decided to take Topanga Canyon home rather than trek back to the freeway.  I left the meeting, got in the car and called Sam (your Auntie) to catch up.  I warned her that I might lose reception when I enter the canyon from PCH.  About 45 minutes into the call she asked, “Are you in a lot of traffic?  How long does it take you to get home?”  I actually wasn’t in any traffic – I was flying but until she mentioned it, I didn’t think anything of it.  That is until I passed a sign that said, “Welcome to Oxnard.”  I told her I had to go as I was clearly lost (in many ways), plugged in my navigation (ugh, yes, I had my navigation the whole time) and realized I was indeed in Oxnard.  I never turned off PCH.  Even worse, I was driving alongside the ocean for 45 minutes and didn’t think anything of it.  I did what any girl would do after realizing her epic fail – I called my husband and cried.  Then, turned around and started to head home per the navigation’s instructions.  The only good news from this is that if I hadn’t gotten lost, I wouldn’t have known how close I live to the outlets!

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