Pregnancy Brain

Today my baby is the size of a FIG! Isn't that cute?

Ok. Let me preface this post by saying...I am a very forgetful person. I know I am, and have always been Growing up, I had to learn to write things down on my notebook or my bathroom mirror or even my hands and arms, just so I would remember important assignments and events. Even with all those, I would lose my notebook, wipe the mirror, or wash my hands. And my moment of remembrance would come as I walked in my classroom door! Eek!

In my college years, I would get halfway to class and realize I didn't have my books. So I would have to run UPHILL all the way, to go get them, only to find that I forgot my keys and couldn't get in the dorm. I never gained weight in college, I lost it! I contribute my weight loss and management to my forgetfulness.

God has blessed me now with a husband who helps me remember. I also put important dates, lists, and assignments in my very efficient phone that beeps at me to remember them. But I still have my moments. And with a bun in the oven, my forgetful brain is greeted with a deluge of hormones and exhaustion.

Now here we go:

Yesterday was Atlanta Passion Play Load In Day. This is wear all the crew and some of the cast take a day off work to come help take props, staging, costumes, etc. off large trucks and set them up backstage as we prepare for the show this weekend. It is a long day that requires lots of energy (and all of my husband's time and attention).

At 10 AM, I drove in with my friend Brandy (because Richard had to be there extra early). When we arrived there were lawn care workers weed eating and making lots of noise. (That's my excuse, ok?) I got out of my car, and just as I was walking away I had this sense that I was forgetting something. I turned around and said "Did I lock the door?" I walked close enough back to the car to see the lock tab was down, shrugged my shoulders and walked inside. I guess I didn't forget anything, and if I did I would remember it later if it was important.

Around 1 PM, my sister in law, Virginia called my phone, 

"Christen. We are in the parking lot and walked past your car. It is still running and the keys are in the ignition!"

"What???"

"Yeah, we walked by it. The door is locked, but it is still running."

Yes. I left it running for 3 hours. But I locked the door. I even double checked. I just missed the important step after putting it in park, and that is turning the car off and taking the keys out. Thankfully I have keyless entry on my door, so I can punch in the code and the door unlocks (I love that feature. I have NEVER locked myself out of my car which I am very capapble of). I am also grateful that there was no immediate or evident damage and I was able to drive it home. My gas tank is almost empty. Hopefully, I will remember to get it refilled today before I go home. Hopefully.

This is going to be a wild ride folks! All I can say is please pray for my future child...