A bout of forgetfulness.....

My husband told me that most people stop blogging after 4 posts ; he quickly posted a couple more to reach the magic number of 6, just in case he stops blogging in the near future...he hates conforming you see. I realise that i am on my 5th post and have been positioned so, for quite some time. I also realise that i have been competely reflection-less of late...but this is something i wanted to share- it's scribblings from my pregnancy (December 2006), somewhere around the 5th month, one morning, when i was struggling to get to work. For those who don't know, pregnancy can cause forgetfulness and muddling up of the mind (those close to me believe that this is the permanent state of my mind and in no way related to pregnancy!)

Hope you enjoy this. I certainly wish i had written more when i was expecting. Next time maybe!

"I finally did get out of the house this morning---at 10am...I'd been trying to lock the door since 9.45.
I got out, locked the door, got in the lift and waited to go downstairs- i waited....and waited some more....meanwhile I remembered that I'd forgotten to take my medicines.....so i decided that I'd go back to the 6th floor to get them. That's when I realized that we'd never left the 6th floor.
No sweat- it happens.People do forget to press the keys in the lift.
I then got out of the lift and opened the door, rummaged around for the keys- after trying all the keys I managed to get in the house again.
Thought I'd save time so just packed my medicines in my bag....noting to myself that I should not forget the keys on my way out.
Great. I got out of the house and carefully remembered to lock the lock. And awesome- the lift was still in the 6th floor.
Oops.But what's this? My wallet was not in my bag. Ok... so i go through half the keys again to open the door. The girl next door (yes PD they're still there) asked if she should still hold on to the lift. I asked her to go ahead- why delay her, haina.
So now I'm inside the house to check if I've left the wallet on the shoe rack. No it's not there. What's this under my arm then?......Now slightly flustered, i grab my wallet from my armpit and get the hell out of the house
Lock the door. Get in the lift. Press "G", make sure i have my wallet and keys in the wallet and the wallet in the bag.
As you can imagine, I took the cab to office today..a pregnant girl has to make up for lost time right?
Quizzically your's.
p.s. By the way, Amrita from my department saw me for the first time in weeks, today. she says.."you're looking adorably cute.....you were really thin before weren't you?" What does that mean? Am i cute or fat or both?!? "