Attack of the pregnancy brain

Through a process of trial and error (lots of error), I've learned that pregnancy brain and birthdays don't mix. As much as I try to be ahead of the game and on top of things, I have inevitably failed in the birthday greetings department. My mom's birthday is in December. I had her card bought in November and had it mailed a good three or four days before her actual birthday. I was so proud — until it was 9:30 p.m. on the night of her birthday and I had yet to call her. I had spent the whole day thinking it was a Wednesday, knowing that Mom's birthday was on a Tuesday. Needless to say, I felt like a heel.

Then January rolls around along with my sister's birthday. I had bought her card at the same time I had Mom's, so it was ready and waiting on the desk to be signed, sealed and delivered. It wasn't until I called Courtney to wish her a happy birthday on that day that I realized the card was still patiently awaiting further orders and not on its merry way to Nashville.

I tell these (no doubt incredibly enthralling) stories to say that I've yet to come up with the perfect system to remember anything. Aside from the birthdays, pregnancy brain has made keeping up with my class assignments next to impossible. I have them written down all over the place, only to come back to my scrawlings with little recognition as to what it all means. And forget forming on a coherent sentence. I've decided to just start tossing out sandwich meats as filler.

These little Rememberings seem like they would be helpful. They're the "Live Strong"-style option to the traditional string around your finger. The only problem is that I would have to remember to put one on or figure out which one of them I need to remember. I could always go the Harry Potter route and carry a Remembrall like Neville.

To top it all off, I had a cute little one-liner for an ending, but I forgot it. Oh well.

Salami.

Rememberings images via Design Milk.