Pregnancy Brain … Laugh it Off!

Oh, pregnancy brain. That crazy, foggy sensation where you do silly things for unknown reasons and don’t quite realize what’s wrong until your mistake has already been made. 

I’m on my third pregnancy now, and the pregnancy brain just keeps getting worse. Maybe it’s a combination of pregnancy brain, mommy brain, and pandemic brain all rolled into one, but whatever it is, I am definitely, undeniably OFF. To quote Zoolander: “I feel like I’m taking crazy pills!”

pregnancy brain

I’ve had tons of ridiculous moments scattered throughout all three pregnancies, but these are the silliest ones that stuck out:

The First Baby

During my first pregnancy, I was simply fixated on buying cumin. I wasn’t craving it or anything — it was just that any time I went to the grocery, I thought, “Oh, better get some cumin!” We had more little spice jars of cumin than anyone could use in a lifetime. It got to the point where I had to write it out on my grocery lists: DO NOT BUY CUMIN!

3 jars of cumin spice

I locked my keys in my car multiple times, including once with them in the ignition and the car running. I just got out, pushed the lock button on the car door, closed it, and then went upstairs to my office. I realized I had left something else in my car and went down to get it, and only then did I notice it was running and locked. Talk about embarrassed.

The Second Baby

No more cumin — this time it was umbrellas. I always try to keep a spare umbrella in the car or my bag because of those pesky Louisiana summer afternoon storms, but during this pregnancy, it seemed that I always had several around just in case. One day I showed up to work with one in my car, one in my purse, and two in my work bag, just in case … on a day with zero percent chance of rain.

I don’t even want to talk about the time I plugged in the toaster instead of the crock pot and came home from work to find my mistake instead of dinner.

The Third Baby

This has been my worst case of pregnancy brain yet. I did a mail merge for work that resulted in about 400 addresses neatly arranged onto individual labels. When doing mail merges, I always scroll through them before printing to check for mistakes. I noticed one label in the middle of the series had the last line that should have been “City, State, Zip Code” merged as “Zip Code, State, Zip Code.” I corrected that one label, printed them, and began sticking them onto envelopes. About 50 envelopes in, I suddenly noticed that it hadn’t been just that one label with the incorrect merge … it was all of them. I had merged them all incorrectly with “Zip Code, State, Zip Code,” and out of 400 of them, I only noticed one. I still have no idea how I overlooked that! Fortunately, I was able to reprint and not ruin the project.

I asked some other moms about their best/worst pregnancy brain moments, and they shared:

  • Reading the menu out loud instead of silently and accidentally ordering three burgers
  • Forgetting to bring in the grocery bag with ground beef and discovering it via smell a week later
  • Putting keys, cell phone, and wallet in the fridge and pantry
  • Attempting to use the wrong set of keys to open the wrong door (home keys for office, car keys for house, etc)
  • Trying to use whatever was in the hand at the time (phone, pen, wallet) to unlock the door instead of keys
  • Wearing slippers to work instead of shoes
  • Wearing two different shoes, shirt on backwards, and watch upside down

At some point, you’ve just got to laugh it off. What’s your best, worst, funniest, craziest, silliest pregnancy brain moment?

Erica was born and raised in Metairie and now lives in Kenner with her husband Michael, and her three sons: Benjamin (4 years; train enthusiast), Joshua (2 years; budding foodie), and the caboose, Elijah. After graduating from UL Lafayette with a degree in advertising and landing her dream job, she left her chosen field and now works part time as an administrative assistant for a Catholic retreat movement. She spends the rest of her time at home with her boys, finding lost trucks and actively ignoring various messes. In 2019, she self-published her first book, The Sister. In the rare moments she's not working, reading and writing, or chasing her kids, she's probably sprawled on the sofa in casual denial pretending her house is cleaner than it is.

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