Either I’m Pregnant Again OR I’m Going Frickin’ Crazy

I know this sounds crazy, but I’m beginning to wonder if I’m pregnant again? At the very least I hope I am, because if I’m not I may actually be losing my mind.

The reason I say this is because I used to think “baby brain” was just a thing people made up as an excuse for being the wacko’s they always were. Until I had it myself and realised it’s actually a thing!

Fine, I know what you’re thinking, I’ve always been a bit wacky (it became especially obvious to me one day, about 10 years ago, when one of my cousins lovingly said to me “you’re the dumbest smart person I’ve ever met” – if you can’t count on your family to just tell it to you straight, who can you count on??).

But seriously, I have never known myself to be as weird, forgetful and klutzy as I was in those couple of months when I was pregnant. Here are just a few examples of the weird-ass stuff I did:

1. Forgot I was pregnant.

   Decided I needed a steak and cheese pie as we passed the Miami Bake House. Strolled up to the counter only to be informed they don’t have any left. Not a problem, I scan the pie warmer and see a spinach and ricotta sausage roll. Fabulous, one of my faves! Walking back to the car, I remember I’m pregnant. Not supposed to each soft cheese when you’re pregnant. Decide I’m too hungry to care, will risk it anyway and deal with the guilt later. Bite into the roll and realise it’s cold. Decide it’s no longer worth the risk, put it in the bin. Decide I’m NEVER going back to the Miami Bake House!!! (Kidding! As if anyone can drive past that place without stopping!).

2. Put Sam’s shirt in the clothes dryer.

   This might not seem that weird, but, the rule in our house is that NONE OF SAM’S CLOTHES GO IN THE DRYER (because they shrink). So on this particular day, it had been raining, and I had hung all of our clothes inside. Towards the evening I realised they weren’t going to dry, so I collected (what I thought) was my clothes and put them in the dryer. It wasn’t until about an hour later when I pulled the clothes out of the dryer and was folding them that I realised one of Sam’s shirts was in the mix. I’m sure for most couples it wouldn’t be that weird to mistake one of their partner’s shirts for their own. Except in our house, it is a crazy arse mistake, because Sam is 6’1 and wears the clothes of a giant and I’m only 5ft tall and wear clothes the size of small child, so there is NO FREAKING WAY you could mix our clothes up (not under ordinary circumstances, anyway).

3. Got the date of Sam’s Birthday wrong.

   Now this one really takes the cake. Our friends had invited us over for dinner, and I was frantically looking at the calendar trying to find a date when they were free and we were free so that we could all catch up. I listed out to Sam all the dates we couldn’t go and then went “Oh good, the 1st of September. We’re free – we can go then” following which very quickly I said, “Oh no, hang on, we can’t go that day, that’s your birthday”. He gave me a very strange look and very quietly (the way you might speak to someone you thought was a little crazy) and said “Dominique, you know that’s not my birthday. Since we also got engaged on my actual birthday, you really should know the date.” I apologised profusely, claimed it as baby brain and tried to get him to agree that the 1st of September would be an excellent day to catch up with our friends. He responded by saying “we could go that day, but I’m pretty sure that’s our anniversary… no sorry, that’s right, it’s my birthday, no hang on, it’s Christmas that day” … and so on and so forth until I was certain there was no way I was ever going to live this one down!! (Plus he now thinks he is off the hook for remembering any dates of significance in our lives)

   So anyway, back to why I think I could be pregnant again… earlier this week I vacuumed and mopped the floors in our house. Once the floors had dried, I moved everything back and decided to go have a shower (I was starving and had just convinced Sam we needed to go out for an early dinner at 5:30 pm so I was in a hurry to get ready). As I was walking towards the bathroom, I noticed the mop and bucket sitting in the hallway. I have no idea how I managed to walk past it without tripping over, let alone leave it sitting out in the middle of the hall! Since I had already thrown my clothes in the wash, I yelled out to Sam to ask if he could please empty out the bucket, rinse the mop and put them away. A couple of minutes later, Sam bursts into the bathroom (where I’m mid-shower at this point) and asks if he should also pack away the open tin of cat food I’ve left on the bench – or just let the cats continue to eat straight out of it. I’m feeling quite baffled at this point as I have no recollection what-so-ever of feeding the cats in the first place!

   Now I know in my mind that it is probably highly unlikely that I would be pregnant already (I feel a bit silly even suggesting it) and even if I am, I have no way of telling this early on anyway.

I never really had many symptoms the first time, but in the last week I have noticed:

• I’ve been putting on weight
• My stomach is bloaty
• I’ve had a metallic taste in my mouth (very weird, never had that the first time…)
• I could smell the sweat (yes, you heard me right), the sweat, on the guy in front of me at the gym the other day
• I’m very thirsty and need to go pee a lot (I know those two things go together, but seriously, it’s like before when I just couldn’t hold it if I tried)

So…maybe I’m pregnant again, maybe my hormones are just trying to sort themselves out, or maybe I’m just going crazy! No point getting excited until we know for sure.

Only time will tell I guess…let’s stay tuned and see what happens next!

What are your thoughts? Do you think it’s even possible to know you’re pregnant at a really early stage? Can you get pregnant so quickly after a miscarriage? Is it just the hormones sorting themselves out? Alternatively, if you think I’m just going crazy, feel free to comment on that too…