Mumnesia
Friday, December 11, 2009 at 2:33PM | by Katy Is it December 11th already? Christmas is swiftly approaching, our bundle of joy is on its way into this world, but, sadly, my cognitive ability is on its way out. I found out this week why many pregnant women tend to "nest" or to prepare their homes for the anticipated newborn. It's because anything requiring more thought than typical housework would simply flop. Sure, I'm loving the process of building my own business and seeking out more ways to get my message out there (more on that later), but there are days I can barely remember my own name - much less the contents of a 6-hour seminar for business professionals.
I had one such seminar in Yorkshire this past Tuesday, and I must confess I wasn't quite "on my game." I do believe I gave them the information they expected and desired, but it was the delivery that I'm afraid might have suffered due to what our UK friends like to call "mumnesia." I guess the Americans would call it "momnesia"? In case you're wondering, the Brits say mum with a "u" instead of mom with an "o."
Anyhow, I thoroughly enjoyed the interacting with the group of Administrative Professionals on Tuesday, and I received some encouraging feedback. However, there was more than one occasion where I'm certain I went on a mini mental holiday for several seconds before realizing where I was and what I was supposed to say next. This kind of mental block hasn't really happened to me since the first formal presentation I gave back in 2003. The one where I blacked out because I was so nervous. The one where a room full of Rotary Club members believed I might have a stroke there in their lunch meeting. The one where my mom sat there laughing at me because she couldn't believe I was actually blacking out in front of all these professionals.
This Tuesday, I'm not sure where those few mental holidays took me (the Caribbean sounds nice), but I am convinced that it might be best for me to refrain from operating heavy machinery or performing brain surgery for the duration of this pregnancy...make that the duration of parenthood.
Shifting gears, I'd like to pose a few questions to our readers:
1) What is the dumbest thing you've ever done on accident? Extra points if they're "mumnesia" stories. Even more extra points if you forgot something important...like where you left your kids.
We have an appointment next Tuesday for our 22-week ultrasound. You know what that means? Time to quite calling the baby "it." So, my next question is:
2) Do you think we'll have a boy or girl?
I think girl. Brian thinks boy. I want to know what YOU think!
Reader Comments (8)
I HOPE girl !!! :)
The following took place after I had Turner and had been at home for a glorious 12 weeks in my PJs mothering my delightful newborn. I suppose it started like any other day after I had returned to work. Ben and I got up, got Turner dressed and her diaper bag ready to go to daycare. Out the door they went and I went to the shower. I don't recall where I was going for work that day, but I showered, dressed, grabbed my breakfast and my work stuffs and out the door I went. I was a full five minutes from the house before I figured out a few things weren't quite right. I felt, well, different, almost free, and things seemed a little hazy. It was then that I realized that I had 1) forgotten to out in my contacts (hence the blurry vision) and 2) was not wearing my bra. No wonder I was feeling so free! Needless to say, I would have survived without the contacts, but the bra was a most necessary item for the day! I think it was then that I made a note to self on how to dress in the mornings!
And.....I'm thinking GIRL!!!! Either way, wishing you much love and lots of sleep!!
Katy,
Gbaby fits either way. "Girl" baby if it's a girl or "Grand" baby if it's a boy; although the latter works for both.
Once, early in my working career, I hopped out of bed, showered, put on my suit and ran out the door into the pitch black....it was 3:30 a.m. I never even checked the time until I was outside. Go figure. Needless to say, true Hinesley that I am, I went back to bed. Maybe not the dumbest thing I've done but certainly in the top 10. Come to think of it I'm not sure I've done 10 dumb things. :-)
Love you. Can't wait to see you.
I was so excited one day heading to the golf course because my player had a chance to finish very high and make both of us a lot of money. My first move everyday at a tourney is to go to the first tee and get a pin sheet for that days hole locations. While my player was warming up on the range I was penciling in the spots for holes in the yardage book I carry. I noticed how many holes were very near or exactly the same as the day before and that was good because we had played well that day. The first two holes were fine but the holes were not quite where I thought they would be. On the third hole my player hit the perfect yardage I gave her and we both watched the ball fly oh so pretty right over the gallery behind the green. It was at that moment that my player and I realized that I not only had the wrong pin sheet but the yardage book from the previous week in my hand. The rest of the day was very intresting and there was not much trust in my addition for a while after that episode. Drew the caddy
By the way, I don't care the sex of the child. I'm just hoping it is as crazy as it's uncle was and is. Good luck!!!!!!
I bounced five checks while I was pregnant. At the same time. I hadn't bounced a single check in my life. I had prepared a big deposit and had every intention of making it to the bank, but never did. Suddenly I couldn't figure out why I was getting all these nasty-grams in the mail. Lo and behold, I looked in a section of my wallet I don't open very often and it was filled with un-deposited checks. Oops. So my husband went to the bank and charmed the ladies telling them about his "poor pregnant and mentally unstable" wife. Apparently his sob story worked and the ladies felt badly enough for him (certainly not me) to back out all the fees and cover the checks.
And then there's the times that I've left the house without my phone, keys, wallet, purse, underwear, lunch, children, etc. And that's all POST-babies. The bad news is that things don't get much better once the little rugrats are here. :)
I think I was pregnant with Maggie and we were out eating Mexican with my parents. Libby had a poo-poo diaper and guess what? Mommy forgot the diaper bag!! Let's just say it made for a quick dinner on everyone's part. I hate to agree with everyone, but it really is true. The mental lapses only get worse AFTER the children arrive. Then they become teenagers and we're REALLY a bunch of idiots...;-)
lala <3
p.s. I have a feeling it's a girl!
I have three amazing kids, and I love them with everything I have, but my mind is so far gone I can't even remember my most "mumnesia" moment. Give me a second and may be I can think of it.