Last week I mentioned that I made bread which failed to rise. This problem has not repeated itself since even in similar environmental conditions so now I am convinced that I didn’t include the yeast.
Two nights ago I was making steamed rice, and seconds after I removed the lid from the rice container, it went missing. Completely, utterly, disappeared off the face of the earth — it still hasn’t reappeared. Shortly afterwards I put the brown rice in at the exactly the same time as the jasmine rice (we usually have a mix for taste and texture) forgetting for the second time this week something that has never before elluded me in all my 10 years of rice cooking that jasmine rice cooks in twice the time brown does. Mushy rice again.

Last Tuesday night I went out to join some friends for desert and gossip only to completely forget that I had arranged to meet one friend here and take her with us. She arrived a little while later and was quite gracious about being stood up.

On Wednesday I invited one friend along to another’s friend’s place as a kind of grand play-date get together, and then couldn’t for the life of me remember if I had actually cleared this with the host before hand. After a last minute phone call, where I was awkward and the host was gracious, I was assured that yes, we had already had the discussion and it was all ok. I have no recollection of this discussion at all.

Yesterday I turned up to another friend’s place for a prearranged morning cup of tea and a bit of play get-to-gether for our girls only to have the door answered by her husband in his pajamas. He too was most gracious but agreed with me that, indeed, they were not expecting us. Being flexible people they welcomed us any way and I downed my tea as quick as possible and whisked a much complaining Amelia back out the door. When I got home and checked the calendar, which stares at me from the kitchen wall every day, I found that I was out by a week.

As I sit here and write this entry I know that there are other things I have done in a similar vein this last week, and I have been mentally jotting them down, but now I can’t for the bloody (I can use that word, it’s “cheeky, friendly and very Australian”) life of me remember anything more.

I am completely reassured that yes, I do in fact have BLOODY PREGGO BRAIN.

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22 Responses

  1. oh my! you’ll laugh at this, but I really forgot you’re pregnant while reading this! All the while as I was reading I was thinking, “Oh no…Claire Robertson’s prone to Alzheimer’s!” I’m so sorry! haha! talk about paranoid. I was afraid when the time comes…how will you blog again?
    silly me! thanks to your “BLOODY PREGGO BRAIN” bit at the end, I’ve had my loudest laugh today. 🙂

  2. Wow! You’re hereby fully inducted into the Bloody Preggo Brain Sisterhood of Divine Forgetfullness, Self-Invented Certainty and Convincingness. My stint in the Club made Lucille Ball seem mundane (once went to work in my nightgown thinking I was properly dressed….). Cheers.

  3. That was the worst part of being pregnant. Everyone thought I was the most forgetful/dumb creature on earth.

  4. Ahhhhhh the pregnant brain. Yep. I swear I used to be SO smart! Two kids later? I have no brain.
    And hey, congrats on your Bloggy win!!

  5. Aw! The same things used to happen to me when I was preggo, but yours is definately worse! :c)

  6. Oh dear! If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been like that lately. Asking things twice in a row, misplacing cute scarves, credit card loss scare… But I don’t have a cute pregnant belly to account for it!
    Good luck!

  7. says:

    sometimes i put things on top of the fridge, a very convenient place to forget things…

  8. please please please tell us where the lid of the rice container was when it shows up… that’s hilarious. That happens to me all the time and I’m not even preggo. I think.

  9. oh no! that has to be entirely frustrating 🙁

  10. has instructions about how to use a calendar (yes, really) and great tips on organizing your life. all free.
    changed my life.

  11. Look for the pan lid on the dryer.

  12. Oh Claire, what will you be like at my great age and antiquity. I’d just put it down to the hormones. The only times in my life that I was agoraphobic was when I was pregnant. You’ll just have to rely on diaries and calendars for the duration, I’m afraid

  13. Oh what a great start to the day, I laughed out loud (it’s funny and and the same time frustrating hey?). I don’t think I every lost the preggo brain (my little girl is now 15 months old). You took me back…….. : ) By the way I love all your dolls at Hudson, I got there 4 days after it had started and they had all but sold. I got one of Christina’s and I would like one of yours next time you make a batch (may-be after #2 is born??)

  14. Sorry …. did you say something ;)You are too bloody funny, I can say that too.

  15. hee hee, trust me it doesn’t get any better once they are born! well done, by the way, on winning the bloggies, you deserve it!

  16. Don’t worry I have lost lids the second after using them as well (I’m not even pregnant either!!!) Annoyingly it was for my tupperware ice cube trays, and the only thing that makes them different from any other ice cube tray that costs 1/5th of the price is the damn lids!!!

  17. says:

    once I found a lid in the freezer.

  18. says:

    What you have is–…INFORMATION OVERLOAD. Too much to remember in too short a time).
    The cure…4 Days vacation with no hubby or kids…

    This really works…

  19. Just today I walked into the kitchen, made lunch and thought I’d finish reading the Weekend Australian magazine. It took me a while to find it was in the recycling and I don’t even remember putting it there. And I definitely ain’t bloody pregnant.
    By the way, congratulations on winning the Bloggies again.

  20. oh boy do i remember preggo brain well, at least now i do, at the time it was all a foggy haze. and try being blonde and pregnant, folicals and raging hormones do not mix. congrats on your bloggies win, very cool!

  21. Just a quick 2nd note, I hope you saw the Loobylu note in the Sunday papers. I said to my husband “Oh that’s one of my daily reads” … lol just as if it happens everyday. Congratulations.

  22. Just came over from Suburban Bliss and I just love your site. Great softies links (my girls love the ones I make)and beautiful drawings. You are definitely a talented girl even with “bloody pregoo brain”. I just deal with “bloody mama brain” most of the time.